This Old Love, seafaring ship Of finest wood & Craftsmanship Its maiden voyage Some four years hence When feral seas drove us West I've sailed her all around the world Docked in places ne'er afore found Secure at anchor, I'd explore Wonders of the world unfold Through rocky isles and coral reefs Its bow has turned me safe to keep All precious cargo Fit and well Squabbling over fine ship's bell The final storm, the wrecking one Wind whipped sail and broached hull She turned us in to sheltered bay The weight of shore broke her away We battled through torrential rain Huddled in the bow all day Then clear, still morn Sun did arise All our crew woke in surprise Old Love was gone to seabed reef For seals and manta rays to sleep We walked ashore and carried on Mountains climbed, beaches swum Though many tales I have to tell Of Old Love's ventures riding swell A ghost ship now No one believes Such vessels are imaginary I tip my hat, to one who'll come To sail away into the sun For tinker, sailor, Captain be This Old Love was made by me
More so than The breaking of bread It's the gentle tap of rain on tin roof That turns into a gale While two souls gently unfurl Tummies full of soup Grateful for gables to collect drops As hopes, fears and dreams swim in the air.
Steamy plunge of tannins Soaking in tea cups Stories waft like mist On cold winter mornings As moody songs fill the silent space between two beings.
Wild wings of wind pick up frothy tips of waves and cast them off in spray. Wow, we proclaim. Shed our outer skin to soak in deep ocean. No words needed. A watershed moment.
Altitude enlivens Yet fear of falling Thin air breathlessness Is what I'm feeling Upon a happenstance Of sauntering past All the minutiae Of words, stories Desires burning Within you Shared with my ears But once in time Rose in my core So now I explore The great mountain Of remembering What we were
Oh to be the one Who can do no wrong To see your face Illuminated Each time we meet Rather than Cloud nine dissolves Thump upon landing As you are gone Sound of strings Only soothes I am not The one for thee An ode to be Just me
Just look upon the face Of the one you love Whether warm, soft, kissable A cold screen digital Or black and white frame Tell me how In many ways Over seemingly endless days Though memory, pixels, ink Lost or faded Throb of the heart only grows Stronger each day
Climbing Sundew, Droseraplanchonii, the bridal rainbow.
Decades saved, not wasted, this house I built Devoted hands, gainful work, nights and weekends Searched longingly up and down, high streets and low Waiting for my heart to jump out, at the sight of her Saved, invested, scrimped and pawned Hoping one day, enter new dawn Window closed, garden bare, I set upon the terrace stair Knocked and waited, in the rain Admiring abalone strewn along front wall Evidence of inhabitants, though no one there Someone lived inside once, absence inlaid in rainbow pearl Me and view of quaint corner garden, sandstone steps Panorama or paranormal, needn't matter This house, I have built with hearts and hands Love inhabits and dwells always, echoes in empty rooms Filled with laughter, stories and poems My life, I have built, a shelter from storms Will water soil for one-day blooms.
Count the stars of heaven 