Trembling knees, wringing hands
Short of speech, time demands
Nervous smile, staring gaze
Waking in a temporal haze
Awe of vast firmament
Cloudless starstruck night in tent
Firmly does the body know
Love of wild ancient lands does grow
Trials and fails of fiction
Matches made in low-lit bars,cafe's and gas stations.
Shake off sticky cling of connection plagued by interference.
The Editor stands looming over head.
Hiding in some alpine cloud or cave under ridgeline.
Heavy pen pressed to storyline.
Poised, ready to edit me out of one's life.
Hesitant is a friend until the next wave of my wandering.
Stories untold how to salvage after the fire consumes everything
End is not always loss when so much worth was claimed.
Happenstance turned us both down left and right field of remembrance.
Standing at opposite sides of the will, wake up to all the things you said.
Let it blaze inside the mind for a wishful younger self.
Spurn at the thought of marked embrace, that leftover sweet touch of soft centre pending.
Spending time with you
I fairly always knew
Never to call you 'mine'
Even though it's true
When your hope was without end
Your smile could light the sky
Your love never ran dry
I wish I knew you when
Passion put your thoughts to pen
Ink ran free, exploring edges
Of wilderness ne'er seen
I'd dream to hold the hand
This wishful young woman
Full of wisdom and insight
Not anticipating ache
Even more than this
I long to hold the kiss
And the gaze that beheld
A life lived wild and free
Yes, more than any thing
A sunny coast retreat
A quick retirement
Just me and the breeze
Yes, more than this
I just wish I knew you now
I sifted through the mound
of lightly tinkered implements, ornaments, embellishments.
Curious to comb fingers through light whisps of cotton candy hair stirring on breath.
Trice eyes met.
Chattels of connection melt in the swelter of touch.
Bonds of time fling affairs out of space.
In no ritual way
I swallow words as readily as lemon tarts.
One hundred ways to say
I am yours
Though never mind
The crumbling gateau of cream filled sublime.
The only way to know
Is to learn
What it is not
Wake to fresh reality
Ponder all those versions
Gone before me
Originals ever replaced
With tributes and re-makes
Grasp hold of sanity
With both hands
Light falls downwards
Darkness rises
Spirit steady as horizon
Bare feet connect to
Fine grain of ancient history
One day to become
Till then an observer
Of the lives of almost friends and lovers
Small town blues and golds
Pottering around heritage homes, theatres and dining rooms
Chewing on latest news
Overlooking chaotic streets
Mimicking incessant heart beats
Growing ever faster
At the sight of long lost love
Woven threads of memories
Soothes my weary head
The strength of each
Compounded by intricate patterns
Lacing along brain waves
Sparking to an unknown song
Could you hum it?
Are you worried to get it wrong?
Just one voice, wavering
Not enough to portray
A chorus of love
Desires multiply
Repeat till the end
When none to stoke its fire
Lest weave of time
Should mend
I cannot be a life buoy
But show you how to swim
When to float on Spring tide
To catch the next wave in
I'll make quick work of sunrise
Point you to due East
By night you'll sail across the stars
The farthest lands to greet
The undersea mere curiosity
Of shadows lurking, cold
Shudder off the thought of it
Just keep your head afloat
Count the stars of heaven 