Twice in one year I have been spurned By one I dedicated All future selves to I smelled the edge Stepped backwards Felt the rush of Bone breaking waves Wind on my face Venture out beyond Foaming titillating Swell tickling sand I always come back Knowing as deep As orange roughy sea Future love waits For me
She was grateful that hypnotised by the sun’s reassuring splendour and the sea’s incurable restlessness, her own nerves did not recoil and spring within her to destroy this moment of repose.
By the warm glow of sunrise Night tremors of the mind Dissolve and escape As tea tree scent On whirling breeze Alluring mini beasts Plump feathered friends Dainty adept feet To alight on her leaves Bask in the brightness Of summer's rest and ease
Count the stars of heaven 