Woman takes
Centre stage
Soft skin
Smooth lines
Bright smiles
Of youth
Woman gives
Middle ground
Blooming skin
Round time
Wide eyes
Of birth
Woman leaves
Empty nest
Thick skinned
Precious time
Bright eyes
Of worth
Where is our treasure?
Never knowing
Nor hearing
Not believing
Or seeing
How deep
Tears fall
Better for all
Than being
With love
Loving you
As you wish
Me to
Simple belief
What divides
Also unites
With love
There is wisdom
In the choosing
Delicate frame
Tender name
There is kindness
In the holding
Generous room
Bright bloom
Together with another
Who cannot remain
With love
There is a one I love
Who wanders far and free
Who pens adventures down
Her immortality
Her footsteps tread but lightly
Amidst nature's crown
Pause for meditating
Moments looking down
Her way is followed freely
By many searching ways
Weather turns and still she swills
A whisky end of day
If nature is a mother
She is a daughter true
Our itchy feet are longing
To tread behind in twos
I don’t blame you for giving me freedom.
Treasure from the deep
String of pearls
From siren's keep
Having a feeling
No one would want
To try them on
Come, unadorned
Beauty lies within
Rest on warm sand
With me
How does one know
What is real
Unless faced
With possibility
Of losing you?
Time stands still
On the frontier
Of our goodwill
Rest in place
Heart is warm
Yet bones are chill
Listen for longer
Song of whipoorwill
If none have ears
Is love a bitter pill?
Sun peeps too soon
Rest in me until
Wattle bloom in June
Gone too soon
Count the stars of heaven 