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Fool for love
Placid shores
The salty sea understands
Vast unbounded loneliness
Despite surrounded by
Bountiful land
Fringed with company
Immersed in memories
Exuding calmest thought
Her placid shores
Lap at my feet
Spurring me on
Fleeting moments
Some like sky
Affect ever changing
Fleeting clouds as moments
Intentions dissipate
Others are moonshaped
Soothsayers drawing in
Ocean whim of attraction
Bold orb to winsome sliver
While those most like
Giants of the forest
Branches give shade to
Vulnerable young creatures
Might shed leaves to reinvigorate canopy
A season long hopeful wait
Of beauty immeasurable
While one of deeply held belief
Molten desire tense decades
Ashen interest rises
Eruption surprises
Constant fault lines rift
Ocean islands drift
Gentle seasons in the South
Etched in my memory forever
Tall stories
What say you?
Shall we dance at noon?
Sit amidst the Silvereye's
Playground of golden limbs
Crumbs picked off tables
Sparring with families
Wrens and yellow-throated
Honeyeaters, whose plumage
Blends beautifully
In the dappled grove
Of Autumn
Telling tall stories
Interspersed with gluttonous
Bursts of jam packed lips
Licked clean with cream
Tales of loves lost and found
A local muse renown
As fallen leaves we pine
For far away spring
Fawning
Heartache
Need not be a bad thing
Laying eyes upon the world
Though one absent
Arousing beauty within
A momentary glimpse
An hour, a day
What of it?
It plays over
Again endless
Pictures of you
Parade through chaos
Marching bands
Entwining hands
Only mine at twilight
A love like this
Shimmering surface
Barely warmed by
Autumn dawn
Cold depths hold
Mysteries unknown
Scattered past
Grateful for delicious cake
Left over from celebrations
Side glance conversations
Walking past to other table destinations
Qualifications on displays
Of generous affection
Home made, ends of yarning
Only small price to pay
Tid bits of life history
Scattered on forest path
Leading to bare timber hut
Alpine hills, no wood heater
Scaling walls with hand sized holds
Cold and rough chalk grip
Overhang semicolon coming
The weight of it
Slimming, championing own cause
Slough off personal flaws
Penning my life's work
To scatter into the silence
So it is to love the unknown
Grown accustomed
Sparse reply a gentle sword
To hang on her every word
To the wire
Speaking sense to reason
A hard task to undertake
Especially when reason
Gives silent treatment
Only the echo of sentiment
Reverberates tentative
Across noughts and ones
Dots, pixels all night long
What is not relayed at all
The way I kiss the skin
Of cold bitten cheek
Sitting at the lights
Or how I warm your couch
Create a new world
Birthed by the moment
You gave me a glass of wine
Whole lives untranspired
Waking dreams, night sweats
Terrified of what belies
If they never happen
Trying
Do not try,
Pipes chorus -
To compete,
It’s not a game,
Chides a waiter -
With the apple
Of her eye.
Devotion decades deep
While you are merely
A drop in her sea.
Constant, awash
A reed among kelp forest
Slowly disappearing
Taste of salt tears
Sweat of remembrance
Incomparable to the love
She plucked from tender
Young tree
Count the stars of heaven 