To learn of love

Vast eye in the sky
Long lashes in clouds
Tells me all I learned
From love

How to sing
Sonnets day long
While silent

Gently playing
Vinyl rotating
Turn a trite saying
Into midnight devotion

How to be singular
In constant conversation
With absent lover

Find common ground
With old objects
Of affection

A face blushed
Shining for another
Telling what one
Is capable of

Existing in skin
No trading it in
A lifetime lived
In imagination

To wake with dawn
Cradle in arms
A babe of newborn
Intention

Spirit of content
Breathes within
While flotsam
Swirl, slip downstream

Whispers and gossip
Trade ways to leave
Such thoughts here
Are homeless

There body aches
No explanation
Tall tales begging
To leave again

Love well taught
Who saddles
Dark mountain

Endless Summers

Multiple intelligence

Tells me she's leading
Highways and byways
Rivulets and streams
By foot or wheels
In sideways sleet
Drifting drizzle
Glistening on hair

All my days I'd travel
Endless concentric circles
Just to rest upon
The place where
We meet next time
Only by fate

For to say these
Endless words to ears
Would mean what
Southern Summer days
Do carelessly
We wake up
Suddenly to
Poignant
Silent
Goodbyes

More beautiful
For being rare
And unaware
How deeply missed
Long to travel
Over hemisphere
To find her again

Down

Teasing a whisper trail
Covering over a lifetime
He said, she said
Cellists make good lovers
As she hugs her legs
Round the portly shape
Smooth timbre of hips
Vibrating sullenly
As boozy fingers
Re-member how to be
When eyes hone in
Expectantly
These beams come down
Onto me from the sky
A place I can never climb
So I evacuate from
The bottom rung
Sink my toes into
Mounds of moss
Lichen it grows
On me like you
Hidden shape teases
Behind a silk wave
Hiding her face
When I try to take
Her picture

Space junk

All that glitters
Is not gold
In zero gravity
Feel free and easy
But unavoidable
Collisions with
Floating debris
Leave me speechless
On the far
Distant galaxy
My star lights the way
She is bright and sparkly
Unnamed oft spoken
Constant in the sky
Can we consume
Drifting asteroids
Wandering satellites
That hinder us?
We are but dust
If I shine
We collide
Will we repel
Explode
Create a new world?
Or at least
Glow brighter
Unto ourselves
While dark stillness
Between us
Illuminates
Stories untold

On the bow

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

Illuminate

Thoughts crowded out
Like street nights
Festival lights
Extinguished
Past midnight
Holding open space
Reflecting on
Disappointments
Celebrations alike
No way to put
My finger on it
Taint with print
Hot to touch
Can't switch it off
Bask in its glow
Round the clock
Source metered out
In the dark
Enlightening
Tales tools of trade
Our words live on

Here comes the sun

Watching over me
Soaking through my skin
Widening my eyes
Each day
She beams at me
I glow
Even when I retreat
in my dark cave
She finds a way
To reach me
Shining on each day
She is the sun
Revealing
Morning yearning
Tales telling
Growing learning
Life has won
Over me