When the mountain is invisible
We walk on our memories
Our constant changing sun
Fog lights flourescent white
Guiding us home
While we bide our time
For Western Winds to thrive
To push delirium way out
For the ocean to disperse
Meanwhile hold my hand
Lest we trip on the tip
Of a stone cold moss
Covered path
Delighting in treasures
While they last
You too are one
Tucked away out of sight
Its secrets lay open
We stroll leisurely
Hopping over tendrils
Peeling back vines
Reminiscent year past
Time allows us
To laugh over
Misspoke words
Jealous greenery
We pause as sunbeams
Illuminate dainty
Cheeks of ripe peach
Silence grows
Like fruiting trees
The seed of many
More meetings
Served with humble pie
And cream
A future like this
Is dear to me
Soft sand
The place where
High tide won't reach
Just shy of ebb
Flow two-way
Discourse between
Land and sea
Both outreached
Like lovers arms
Drink each other in
Lying on her shores
Soft sand
Mounds where
Terns lay over
Tender feet walking
On eggshells
Deliberate delicate
New life born
In harsh climes
Resilient
Soft sand
Free from damp and cold
Nestled in reedy banks
Hiding darting beaks
Succulents and more
Barely moving an inch
The sea slowly rises
But never touches
For fear to wash away all
Soft sand
Tender toes march in
Treasured not owned
No houses built to dwell
This place is sacred
Defended and protected
Barefoot tiptoe around
Lost coins, watches
Wallets and keys
Gravitate there with ease
Generous offerings to
The space where
Bronze bodies
Curves held form
Find ease and release
Respite for an hour
Then depart
Love that comes
And leaves
Yet always returns
Warm soft sand
Where I land
In the wintry recess
Of my mind
Until next time
Sifting fingers
Falling through
Return to dunes
Pure and refined
Fine
Your every word
Tossed about gently
Like lost garments
In the night
On the deck
Of a ship at storm
Trip hazard
But loved once worn
In the daylight
As the anchor
Finds safe habour
Among living creatures
Seeking safety
Searching sea bottom
For friends and tidbits
Till bottomless glass
Tilts no more
I set sail again
Longing horizon
Begs me for more
A one-way street
Obey all signs
No turn to meet
Long road travelled
Further away
A mind map daunts
Crowd pervades
Lest crossroad take
You winding back
To where the flow
Returns both ways
Soon as second summer fades
Gold leaf heralds the change
Climb atop pinnacle feast
Yearning eye spectacle
Brilliant openings abound
Underfoot and far
As the eye wanders
Missed by only a week
Left behind late bloomers
Scarce, rare and welcome
Shot of red against
Hard rock, lucid pools
Dreaming what came before
Never gazed upon
Rigid timing of fair nature
Meant never saw one other
In full bloom and open
Ready to receive a lover
Pay attention
Naval gazing
To the heart
Inward looking
Realising
Affect affords
Little openings
Where thoughts
Seeping in
Under skin
Elevating
Heart making
Every day
Tiny delights
Intermingled
With spice
Grounded
Deeply rooted
Interconnected
Signs of life
When I look within
It's you I find
One clear day
When sky lids
Close half over
Weep gently
Pull on seal
Skin over
Locking in
Blood warmth
Cacophony of
Pleasure
Metered out
In spades
Splash of cymbals
Crash of waves
Roll of tides
Wash round headland
Where Antarctic
And Eastern
Currents meet
Across my face
Wakening
Tingles up
Spine lest
Wonder
Tick and slip
Shells and silk
Fronds of green
Stick to shore
Long to cover
Over me
Once more round
Mind wander
Thinking space
Underneath glassy
Mirror of sky
Face hides
Quiet applause
Of claws
Mussels galore
Conquest of sorts
Long length
Of the bay
In the harvest moon
Gathering in treasure
From earth’s bed
Storing up long winter
Sometimes applied
To endearing friends
Just as the chill
Sits heavy on mountain
Ringed peak
Like dormant volcano
Absorbing peach sunrise
As ancient desert rock
Sky tinged with frost
Reminiscent golden
Long summer days
Glinting in eye
Love’s storehouse
Slips through fingers
Like shiny coins
Offered to buy freedoms
In a time of plenty
Store and save
Simple pleasures
For long dark days
A treasure is she
Whose girth rings
Pale in comparison
Wise watching over me
An aviary
A warm unassuming place
Resting among
Like feathered friends
An open door
To the sky
Admired for a whole array
Of vibrant colours
Soft embrace
Hiding under
Ruffled feathers
Smoothed by momentary
Saving grace
Housekeeping covers over
Communal mess forgave
Late night banter
Turns hiding eyes
Into morning wonder
Respite from furred
Predators
Early warnings
Chorus of song
Greets early risers
Refrain unending
Oft recited
Many lifetimes
Lived long
Count the stars of heaven 