Dreams line the highway
Of my life
Home as wife

Like shooting stars
Exploding into fireworks
Then fade into dust
Raining on rooftops

Steadfast are flowers
Growing in cracks
Gutters and sidewalks
As constant as the sun

Life abounds on edge
I sit poised waiting
Open doors saving
Sight for sore eyes
Oatlands, Tasmania

Night blind

Storms hover
Laden with energy
As tarry black
Night sky pours out
Longing freezes over
Bursts of Spring
Barely taken hold
Tender shoots
Yearning to flower
Waking dawn
Her face shines over
Melting at the sight
Crying streams
Down to river
Harshness softened
Bud revived
To bloom and grow
To thrive
Kunanyi / Mt Wellington

Shopping list

First thing to add is a packet of self-respect

To this, all other ingredients can be added

Then, take the junk food out of the bag

Leave it unless kindness is a preservative

No silent treatment 

Shut downs, let downs, broken promises

These are carcinogens

The cheap things on the list

Will cost you the most 

In the long run

If we ingest words, touch, treatment

Only take away the best

You are worth it

A gourmet nutritious spread

Of generosity 

Don’t shove down anything else

Wreak havoc with your insides

Because humans have basic needs

And love is one of them



It's hard to hold
Your heart open
When hurt
So many times

Chorus of advisors
Do they see
Gladness and sadness
A two toned coin

Flipped like a dime
Upon our partings
And meetings wondering
If you'll be mine?

Evidence inscrutable
Writing my way
Into your long term
Memory as a melody

Played out into
Our old ages
Something to sing to
On grey inside days

Mine a vinyl record
Its arm revolves
To quiet my soul
'Don't walk away'

Dreaming place

Last night I had
A stranger's dream
Just like the night before
We moved from islands
Through to lovers
I rested on your shore
All the times
We floated freely
Sore each other
Till tides refrain
Storms between
Each hurricane
A woman's name
When really
We are peace
It's the pressure
From all around us
That suspends us
Mid air with pieces
Of our lives
Passing before eyes
One day we meet
In the centre
Marvel at the power
Of nature
Our place in it
Sandy bay

Higher love

I'd look upon you
Every day
Steal glimpses for
When we're away

A blanket holds
Close to curves
Morning array
Colours displayed

Sleeping woman
Found all over
Whole country
Loving her

Turning away
Amounts to nothing
She commands all
My attention

Gracing this scene
Weak at knees
Only few times
Lost in her skies

Enamored by trails
Of thoughts
Leading me onward
She is mountain
Kunanyi / Mt Wellington