The Lost World

Open your eyes to a new world
Where life is created
The DNA of love
For millions of lifetimes
Travel over to where
We long to see, touch
Observe extinct species
Marvel at primitive instincts
A dangerous love
Born of experimentation
Nativity of reason
Extracted from mosquito
A far fetched dream
Comes to fruition
Playing with fire
Hiding in caves
Best leave this world
To the realm
Of fantastical intentions
If tempted to return
To its arms
Just remember how
Jurassic park ended

Spotted

I saw a Forty Spotted
Pardalote today
She was perched
Undercover
Sheltered from
The rain
She was chirpy
Twittering to
A nesting mate
While I watched
The handsome exchange
From the other side
Of the window pane
Such excitement
One feels
No matter how long
The encounter
A rare bird is she
Whom we hardly ever
Lay eyes upon
But long to see
Indefinitely
Design by Indigo James

Imagine

Customs Hotel from Parliament Lawns, lutruwita / Tasmania.
It's too easy to imagine
If all the stars fell
Out of the sky
Dark nights
Would be warmed by
Street lights

Into the starlit darkness
She treads carefully
By the fireside
Flame flickers
In her eyes shining
Until dreams take over
Healing sore bones
Until birdsong breaks
Through her thoughts
Each morning

Floating stars

Keeping us connected
Look upon lights
Reflecting in darkness
Near or far
Distance oblivious
Those who stare
Thinking of loved ones
Long away, lost or near
Floating stars
Bring us together
Words crossing over
Tapping on shoulder
No less wondrous
Than the real thing
Eyes our lens
To capture it
Store away for decades
No dust to spoil
Image of beauty
Free to circumnavigate
Our world filled
Existence
To revelate
Eons of thinkers
Dreamers, ideas
Come to fruition
Suspended in space

Just a little bit

Why we apply to our persons
These analogies of nature
As I pluck the expired flowers
And spotted leaves
In the midday sun
In my pyjamas
Don't they produce
With time sun rain
The most delicious
Rosehip tea?
But I comply with
Expectations
To make the neighbourhood
Beauty increase
With bright blooms
Swaying on the warm breeze
For people to remark upon
Or else consider
Their most natural state
Caused by neglect
When we glance at things
Both consider the seed
From whence it came
Somewhere like loving hands
Or soles of feet
A birds belly
We gaze upon living things
Nourishment from above
Though call the source
Different things
All knowing we each
Desire respect and love

Sweetness

In the sweet bye and bye
Everyday entreat
Hourly mystique
Receive a gentle word
You heard last week
The call of song
Echoing through trees
Tiny drops of dew
Swaying on leaves
Neither force of nature
Or crowd to please
Could take away
The sweetness of being
Here in the present
Surrounded by good things
Inspired by the love
Of good friends
Like a butterfly sanctuary
Remembering how to keep
Love safe and free
Keeping her memory
With me