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
Carved wooden piece from Svenor’s figurehead, wrecked Newcastle 1914. Donor Alistair Gibson. ~ Maritime Museum of Tasmania
Count the stars of heaven 