Looking up to you Taking time to realise We all revolve Around one another All drawing each other Inwards and collisions Unavoidable
It took a while Of sitting in The darkness Taking time to realise How bright you are How steady and constant While eyes are distracted By satellites And falling stars
Mesmerising centuries Defying human theories The seat of source Of all things Green on earth
Stardust fingers Billions of years wide Hold us all our lives
Haymaking Sunshine and rain Brave one who Hops onboard Riding forward While others gather Receiving stores Bailing and loading Sundried piled high Wheat and straw For each living thing In community Out of rain Hoping greenness Had gone away Save spontaneous Combustion
Meanwhile few Content with Love's gleanings Slim pickings On the fringe Taking only What they need To feed or bake Wheaten loaf For family roast Horse or goat Stave off hunger Together For one more day
To have words trampled Beneath the cart wheels On the streets of old St Petersburg Crimes a mystery Hung backlit By brazen streetlight Broken, worn, blue Time it takes To decide ~ are they done? Will they heal? Slowly drip feeding Stew of broth Building marrow Until the shine In the eyes returns Upon hearing A chorus Seeing a glorious Image of affection At mere mention A novel moment Produces a turrent Cascading into Rivers winding Bringing life Bearing it to sea Setting free
Low pizzicato Grows to resonant Rumblings Smooth like honey Touching on Harmonics Whispered words Tentatively Articulated Urging me on Telling me Love has won Wishing it would Appear to me Familiar turn Of phrase Accented praise Behind my shoulder Turn suddenly It follows me Dawning slowly This voice Is here Within
So simplistic were the rhymes
Of my childhood
Aesop and Mother Goose
Taught me how to be good
Kind and wise
Avoid Miss-Understood
Yet, they did not share with me
In black and white ink
How to dare to care
When life is on the brink
Of falling in and down
Afraid there is no settling
The nesting and pruning
Of love birds in tune
With one another
Humdrum forgetting
Singing, fanning plumage
Making room
If you should find a lover
Try to keep her hand
But if lost remember -
Not to weep for
The Summer nights
On a cold, dark night
in June.
Funny how Cosette Hands clutched to heart Could sing of love While another watching on Full and empty Is often only A few streets Between them Mind games Toying teasing Playing with its strings Only hurts the more When love comes to An end How often no one knows For whom The river runs deeply Until it flows no more