A flourishing filagree
Sprawls across imagination
Possible only by
Space left between
Shelves of memories
Some on display
Others never seen again
Holding space
Reply
Category Archives: Love on the spectrum
Hope awakens
Light and gentle movement
Stretch and bolster vitality
Sending hope waves through the brain.
Invitations to Sunday afternoon
Drives winding through rainforest
Sunlight dapples breath taking
To a hotel nestled in gentle folds
Of ancient mountain.
Return to oneself.
Bathe in possibility lain broken.
Dare not feed the narrative of turbulent deep dreams
Though if disturbed by slumber's provocative story telling
Hope awakens with bird song daily
Dreams escaped
To a reality which is perhaps dull in comparison.
Love grows
Trembling knees, wringing hands
Short of speech, time demands
Nervous smile, staring gaze
Waking in a temporal haze
Awe of vast firmament
Cloudless starstruck night in tent
Firmly does the body know
Love of wild ancient lands does grow
Cancel cure
Trials and fails of fiction
Matches made in low-lit bars,cafe's and gas stations.
Shake off sticky cling of connection plagued by interference.
The Editor stands looming over head.
Hiding in some alpine cloud or cave under ridgeline.
Heavy pen pressed to storyline.
Poised, ready to edit me out of one's life.
Blue
Spending time with you
I fairly always knew
Never to call you 'mine'
Even though it's true
I wish I knew you then
When your hope was without end
Your smile could light the sky
Your love never ran dry
I wish I knew you when
Passion put your thoughts to pen
Ink ran free, exploring edges
Of wilderness ne'er seen
I'd dream to hold the hand
This wishful young woman
Full of wisdom and insight
Not anticipating ache
Even more than this
I long to hold the kiss
And the gaze that beheld
A life lived wild and free
Yes, more than any thing
A sunny coast retreat
A quick retirement
Just me and the breeze
Yes, more than this
I just wish I knew you now
How to make cake
I sifted through the mound
of lightly tinkered implements, ornaments, embellishments.
Curious to comb fingers through light whisps of cotton candy hair stirring on breath.
Trice eyes met.
Chattels of connection melt in the swelter of touch.
Bonds of time fling affairs out of space.
In no ritual way
I swallow words as readily as lemon tarts.
One hundred ways to say
I am yours
Though never mind
The crumbling gateau of cream filled sublime.
What is love?
The only way to know
Is to learn
What it is not
Panic at the cinema
Wake to fresh reality
Ponder all those versions
Gone before me
Originals ever replaced
With tributes and re-makes
Grasp hold of sanity
With both hands
Light falls downwards
Darkness rises
Spirit steady as horizon
Bare feet connect to
Fine grain of ancient history
One day to become
Till then an observer
Of the lives of almost friends and lovers
Small town blues and golds
Pottering around heritage homes, theatres and dining rooms
Chewing on latest news
Overlooking chaotic streets
Mimicking incessant heart beats
Growing ever faster
At the sight of long lost love
Da capo al fine
Woven threads of memories
Soothes my weary head
The strength of each
Compounded by intricate patterns
Lacing along brain waves
Sparking to an unknown song
Could you hum it?
Are you worried to get it wrong?
Just one voice, wavering
Not enough to portray
A chorus of love
Desires multiply
Repeat till the end
When none to stoke its fire
Lest weave of time
Should mend
Count the stars of heaven 