Love is a many useful thing
Use, reuse and repurpose it
Toward the betterment
Of others
One million words
Could not portray
My love
Instead
Turn her away
Silence and presence
Is all that's required
For her to know
How much

Love is a many useful thing
Use, reuse and repurpose it
Toward the betterment
Of others
One million words
Could not portray
My love
Instead
Turn her away
Silence and presence
Is all that's required
For her to know
How much

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

Show me the way
Back to love
Lost in dense forest
Obscuring the sun
Rising and falling
Burst breaking through
Nestled on mountain
Halo effect
Darkness falls
Let go
Ripples on roof tin
Wake me
In sympathy
Grief is simply love
Yet to be released

Why does she blush
In patient waiting
Expectation
As bird song fades
Night eyes wake
Changing of the guard
Till moonrise
Do not fret
On darkest night
Somewhere sleeping
Lunar orb
Is carried on arms
Of her rays
Reunited
Just one bright day
Each month
Moon renewed
In love

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
Mid-ocean
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
Together

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

As if humble seaside daisy
Clambered for sunlight
In pine forest
Until transplanted
Among seaside grasses
Withered in blinding sun
Unaccustomed to
Room to grow

I gaze upon you longingly
A picture or memory passing
Clasped under glass dome
Of my mind
When did I fall prey
To such weakness?
Surely absence is not
The only cure?
How could I grow accustomed
Such beauty before me
When suddenly takes flight
Without saying goodbye?
Such love is immortal
Each passing season
Revived new colours
Never fade in time

As if you start each day by reminding your heart to keep beating
The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

Elusive as a dream
That fades softly
As I shake off sleep
Pouring out the memory
Of your touch
From mind's eye
Residue of waking desire
Lips tremble
Body shakes
Fall backwards
Into arms
Trust games
Waited so long
Floating freely
Downstream
Try to catch you
In real life
Only to fall
Cold revives
