Some Other Soul

Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors

One who will
Save me yet
From myself

Perpetual
Broken heartedness
Self imposed abandon

Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind

Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations

Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder

Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder

Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered
Past light future wish

Some other soul
Like mine

Silence speaks

A source of great strength 
A true friend who never betrays
The sleep that nourishes wisdom
More powerful than proving a point
It is golden
A sanctuary for the soul or
An ultimate weapon of power

Whether embraced or imposed
May your silence be filled with bird song and laughter
By this, if a weapon, may it lose its power.

Trio

Wanderlust
Takes me to wildest corners
Of intricate landsape

Innumerable explosions
Of spores, gills
Parasols of dew

They do not mind
How many they number
Two or thirty

The more the merrier

Shared essence of being
Though less gregarious
We humans seem
Mycena interrupta, pixie’s parasols ~ Clarke Cliffs walk, Tasmania.

Bravest

The bravest 
Most courageous one
On the face
Of the earth

The one who wakes
Their truest self
Does their best
To face humiliation

They think they are alone
Until someone -
Rather than dart away
stand opposed or
Laugh in their face
- stands beside
Unites. Then they are two.

An honour it is to stand
With one who boldly
Nobly, quietly
Faces the day

Never alone
Boatsheds by the water at Cornelian Bay

Mountains

Altitude enlivens
Yet fear of falling
Thin air breathlessness
Is what I'm feeling
Upon a happenstance
Of sauntering past
All the minutiae
Of words, stories
Desires burning
Within you
Shared with my ears
But once in time
Rose in my core
So now I explore
The great mountain
Of remembering
What we were
View from kunanyi / Mount Wellington Tasmania

Spinning yarns

Yards of delicate spun silken cloth
Shaped and tailored
To fulsome figure
Breathing space
A few fingers on the waist
Darts and pleats
In all the right places
Spun yarns on bar stools
Stories we traded places
Design for an outfit
You and I
Something grande to wear
To a parade
Ever so slowly
A loose thread pulled
Here or there
A button popped
Dropped into beer glass
Hem frayed apart
Accessories slid off
Bar mates picked up
Broken
Sitting perched on edge
Of leather chaise lounge
Looking at your face
The flower on the sill
Alternating
Till I look down to realise
The whole time
This empress here
Singing her heart song
To cadence of onlookers
Was naked all along
Fairy apron by Lake Pedder, Tasmania

Another year

You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year