Bobbing on the verge
Southern Ocean
Paddling along the cusp
Apex breeding grounds
Rise and fall tide surge
Rocks inner core
Evading the inevitable
Return to reality
The sea calls to me
Like a lover every
Sleepy morn
Inner peace
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Through ancient eyes
These trees have seen it all
Though shores have known much more
Echo
Modern self love platitudes
How could it help her?
Bound by an image and reflection
Unable to take in her own
Tend it, the shape of her
For another more worthy
Of her beauty within
Only his own face
In the mirror
While hers wastes away
A prison of smoking mirrors
Illusions never fade
So why pine away?
Every weekend, unobtainable
Wondering will they see
My light before it's out
Leaving only a remnant
A voice on a page
Grounded
Afterall the unqualified
Messages we sent
With tone, eyes
We did not receive
What we'd earned
It went to another
Who holds onto our prize
For dear life
Taken, solemnity remains
She was my rom com
But now I am stayed
In the zone where
Friends are treasured
For decades
Wake
In the wake
Of darkness
Turbulence
Smooths over
I have learned
To love
Without her
All above
Well may we adore
An open book
A bird's song
A flower in spring
More than anything
To find a love
Where hope's restored
Is worth well more
Than all above
The Secret Garden
For many years I pondered
What was behind ivy wall
Sandstone thick quarried
From ancient hill, the one
I gazed upon until my lids
Grew heavy with waiting
For dreams to come
Keys thrust upon me to open
Hulking oak door with bolt
Chamber rusted shut
Determined to make a home
Surrounded by eucalypts
For good cover from
The elements soaking into
My pores
Heaven scent aroma of cineol opens my eyes
Brighter to adore
Walled garden no secret anymore
For before me lies the vast
Hills and plains of freedom
And realise it was I who was contained in my own
Secret garden all this time
Sights
So many sights never to see
Hands entwined
River running free
Stones throw, skip in whirls
Wake cascade, eddies gurgle
Toes twirl as if they know
The sight of whom
A giddy girl
Gravitas
Weight of the world lifts
From the shoulders of those
Who dare not compare
Themselves by status
But by the seasons of life
They have truly lived
Make a wish
Count the stars of heaven 