Days when clouds appear
Like Constable's brush strokes
Cool and clear
Unreal like a picture
In a coffee table book
Changing heavens above
A palette full spectrum
Twisting like end of day
Dibs and dabs before
Night fades to black
Why I sit inside
Mesmerised
By just one
Snapshot in time?
A curiosity resides
In farthest place
Unseen
Nightly gentle one disrobes
To find a hole
Within
Enquiring strangers gasp along
The street remark
Obscene
By some eyes a dagger lies
Between two ribs
Deep in
Enlightened cries swear angels
Wings removed, her wound
Unclean
Whispers guess a trickster nigh
Attention all
Seeking
Hot balloon of tattle
Entourage
Winking
Shy of hype and mock
Woman stops and stands
Sinking
Looks could shoot
Ears aloof, no grain of truth
Telling
As if an elephant
Had taken stage on a
Stampede
Shouts of anger
Stares asunder children fled
The scene
A robber, thief, caught in act
A trial for one
Denied
Justice would be pierced
Without a word until
She speaks
I hear you all are roused because
A piece of me
Missing
Implore, ne’er do harm
Walk the line but not
Guilty
The missing part I do not know
A thread was pulled
In seams
The pain of it concerns me not
Compared to that
By thee
Headlamp leading footsteps downward
Air thick with an Impenetrable skin
Seams of black unzipped
Precious compacted life
Of million years scarred
Set ablaze in minutes
Living beings coal face
Tends to 12 score beached
Generations breeching
Cool skin of sea
Final resting shore
Years combined between
Ages of whales reach
Thousands ever since
50 million years ago
Our meddling unseen
Sitting with cool tears
Echoing words pouring
Into my ears
Frontier human carrying
Dissapointments
Reverberate through
My body like funeral
Rhythym yet still
My heart is beating
For the innocent
Plight of the whales
Putting all our cries
Into mere proportion
Considering the noise
Of their calls
Each to each
Upon passing
Surge waylaid
Swell or manmade?
Empty bluestone vessels
Walls laden with ancient paint
A sociological observation
In contrast our lives full of whole
Bodies vibrant with first touch of spring
Blessing to exist in these times
Legitimate love
Handed down by generations
Of queer folk missing
In aisles of pews
Meeting in coffee booths
And under apple trees
Unseen walls of tapestries
Growing in knowledge
Of the extent of love
Found within and without
Needing a place to quieten
Suspend all judgement
Fall into arms of lover
All other notions
Idealised
Idea lies
I'd hear lies
A gift of the person
Placed before me
The spirituality of
A healthy dose of wonderment
Her face rides out front
Body carved by artisan
Not a live one steps foot
Lest to say farewell
Till return to homeland
Her likeness revealing
The love of artist heart
Like a woman of dreaming
Unreal onboard
Writing home to her
Every single day
Or some piece to hold onto
As tide carries me away
Count the stars of heaven 