Paper cranes
Gently enfolding
Delicate hands
Miniature worlds
Of make believe
Passed on
Poignantly
To look upon
Proudly placed
Between one another
With love
Love like
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Comfort food
Wait and see
What the day brings
Good as new
Spoonfuls
Lashings
Dollops
Cup overflows
Just a few hours
With you
Love like
Full moon
If it fades or hides
Past sight of land
Obscured by grey cloud
Wishing to be held
In wonderment
Then filled with liquid light
Every day
Inspired by stage production The Old Man and the Old Moon.
Encore
When words fade
Into meaningless space
A torrent slipping
Abyss
Applause cut short
Silence pervades
Small delicate beauty
Takes their place
Love like
Pain relief
Sending signals
To live at ease
To smile and laugh
Be well pleased
Be oneself
Be free
Why would one
Deny such a cure
For all?
Third last day
If all the days
Nights and mornings
Stood in a line
Of highest to lowest
Cascade of time
Today
Third eye blind
Beside all those
That kicked me
To the curb
Barefoot
Undeserved
All except for
A moment somewhere
Someone wondered
Could I be
Loved?
All the things
Sense and sensitivity
Brave behaviours
Daily rituals
Humour and fragility
All the things
Love to love
Wrap up
Black band
Wounded heart
Bind in my hands
Soften edges
Massage
Hard places
Breathe warmth
Into mine
And yours
Endless
Running out
Of time
To be
With you
Tapping ticking
Meditating
Archive presents
Nothing lost
All is sublime
Keeper
Between the teeth
Wheels turning
Small and wide
Resting in rhythms
That speak
For us
Love like
Melancholy
Buoyed by day
Slipping into
Doldrums
Deliberating
Present filled
Future genie
Mementos gleaming
Particles of light
Fall upon me
Waking me
From a dream
With love
Love like
A lemon tree
Shape new branches
Think of me
She and I
Sit and stare
At the brightness
The weight lifts
Off our shoulders
Heart lightness
Sweetness overload
Wipes away smiles
All seriousness
Bitter afterbite
As it leaves
Tears salty dry
Giddy tequila
Hypnotised
Beg to taste
Every day
Count the stars of heaven 