How your hair moves
Gently in the breeze
Put mind at ease
Surround with green
Reminding me
Special treasures
Await when we leave
Path well travelled
Ends curling upwards
Humidity, too fine
To be trampled
Beneath our feet
Fair maiden
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Category Archives: Friendship
Ready for lift-off
Passing fancy
Invisible delights remain
As the stardust fades
Revelry abates soft sounds
Of sleeping in till late
Thunderous applause
Momentary universe
In all colours
Of the night
Fade until next time
Old endings turn to
New beginnings
With you
Eve
Won't you meet me
On New Year's Eve
At Nine O'Clock
At the compass rose
Tell me things
About your past
Lead me to wherever
You're going
Take us away
From place of Princes
Down the green
To the waters edge
Where sun and moon
Both kiss the water
As they rise
To greet you
Satellite of love
Gold-plated crafted
By the finest dreams
Of our generation
A mission of a lifetime
A decade, years unknown
When completed
Could it become
Another star in the sky
Revolving around the sun?
Discovering new things
About worlds beyond
A job that is never done
Twisting and turning
Ignoring nature's revolution
A revelation in the eyes
Of one
A novel ending
Wouldn't it be nice to find ourselves part of
A glorious story in reality
Shaped by forces hidden beyond our fingertips
Making any other story mere novelty
Unable to hold our imagination beyond
Our waking thoughts
To wish to be awake
Because dreams are not
As tantalising as
Reminscing upon real life
And taking it all
In your mind to its natural end
In this, being one's own best friend means
To reach out again and again
For what the heart needs
To do and say daily
Not only to stay alive but thrive
To be a starring part in our own story
Falling slowly
Rush of waves of air
Past the ears
Hot air rising
Up and out the mouth
'Fix a basket below
Call out Here we go!'
Altitude whirring
Latitude stirring
Mending and lashing holes
Forgive me for not
Holding you in my arms
Pulling lines and sandbags
Forgot the sparkling
Though the water looks divine
Floating on a mystery tour
Riding a technicolour dreamcoat
Falling slowly
Seeking sure footing
More than I'll ever be
Landing softly in fields of gold
Book Fetish
Under covers
Slide between sheets
Fingers fondle
Turn a new leaf
Entering into
Worlds unseen
Stars in eyes
Hold and breathe
Drama unfolding
Pushing bounds
Reality dissolves
Dreams are found
Singers bellow
Dancers twirl
Look no further
Bookish girls
Voyeur
The humble bumblebee
Is fascinated with me
Common sparrow
Stands watch roof peak
Windows empty
Stare down on me
Reflecting sunset
Mirroring eyes
Unknown creatures
Crawl on shoulder sleeve
Listening to incessant
Whispering on breeze
Eight legged arachnids
Move house with me
Settling in
Exploring walls, hallways
Pleasantly content
With new digs
Inhabiting new territory
Small wonders feast eyes
A house of ten feet
Drifting in a daze
Holiday makers
Anywhere we please
To call home
Inner space
It's too easy to erase
The space an other takes
No place to call home
No favourite dates
Though in absentia
Loved ones grow
Disproportionate to
Size in life
Taking up thought waves
Morning and night
Sitting snugly beside
On a Saturday night
Saving a seat next to
Chair held by arm
As if waiting for you
To return from the bar
Favourite moments play
Like a love song on repeat
Willing me to believe
Wholeheartedly
Despite not seeing
Feeling or holding
Perfume drifting
Evoking sense bodily
Love is real
John Elliot Museum, University of Tasmania.
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