Of all the finest examples
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
Bravery only comes
If you let it be
With love
Springing into life again
Just in time for equinox
Monarch adapted so wonderfully
So can I
Make friends with love
From the sun and moon
Wind and snow
Sunset afternoons
Her gaze will always come again
Through my mirror
Onto my pillow
To wake me warmly
And say
You are loved
Swaying gentle breeze
Allay your fears
Rest, at ease
Sunbeating spine tingling
Fancy free
With me
Shuttle forth
To and fro
Left mind right
Behind glazed eyes
Watching all the people
Stop and stare
At me
Why does she smile?
They wonder
She seems lighter
Now the rain
Falls softly
Upon her fields
Toying with the idea
Rings of colour
Present themselves
Everywhere
Just for me
The future moments
Sit pleasantly
Between sips of coffee
And bites of sweet
Waiting once again
For me
Never knowing where
The path is leading
Watching overgrowth
Till footfalls mingle
Bluebeards in the breeze
Darting beaks tease
Hide and seek
Under foliage
Dappling blinding
Rays of light
Whisper on my cheek
Turn the other
Meet me here
Where no one
Wonders
Paper cranes
Gently enfolding
Delicate hands
Miniature worlds
Of make believe
Passed on
Poignantly
To look upon
Proudly placed
Between one another
With love
Wait and see
What the day brings
Good as new
Spoonfuls
Lashings
Dollops
Cup overflows
Just a few hours
With you
Full moon
If it fades or hides
Past sight of land
Obscured by grey cloud
Wishing to be held
In wonderment
Then filled with liquid light
Every day
Inspired by stage production The Old Man and the Old Moon.
When words fade
Into meaningless space
A torrent slipping
Abyss
Applause cut short
Silence pervades
Small delicate beauty
Takes their place
Count the stars of heaven 