Bona fide

In one evening
Two sets of eyes
Survey the same
Stretch of sky
One an explosion
Two a dot to dot
Three love sign
Four the afterlife
Five a way of life
Six fine dining price
Seven a lover's canopy
Under tent screen
Complete with fire
Wet boots steam
Four feet entwine
From our observatory
Of the mind
Do we believe in us?

Dearly

All excuses accepted 
Needlessly offered
For any incongruous
Moments between us
Forgotten

A flash gordon vision
Scifantasy addiction
Concocting subtle reasons
Why you might not
Say something

Give up anticipating
Meaning making
Stories whirlpool
Shimmy down curl wave
White foam spray

Just to taste
Another sun baked day
Flitting time away
Waiting for us
To be brave

We daughter dears
Stick together
Even when eons
Separate us
Across a mere chasm

There is no 'if'
As satellite images
Reveal a great expanse
Only imagined
In writers' dreams

Light years speak
To us when we open
Our eyes at night
Inspired by the same
Sights nearby

Galaxies spiral
Size of a tear drop
Meet me at the next stop?
Always reminding
To be loving you dearly

Wall garden

Pink Floyd drilled into me
In flagrant courthouse
Discourse
Walls not meant for people
People not meant for walls
How many people did it take
How many shoulders climbed
For me to rise up
Brick by brick
Strength and grit not mine
Spending months surveying cracks
To push through other side
If only you had mentioned
The view above divine

Wake

Straddling the line
Between wake and dream
Endless streams
Of thought behind
As eyes open wide
Curled, startled inside
To face four walls
Laden with grey
Fringed with pics of wings
To ease into the day
I wrap my arms round
She stares up to sky
Kiss her forehead
Happy cry
Frazey pipes in to
Make it seem
I am ready to live
My waking dream