Grace me your presence I'll show gratitude With woven keepsakes Letters penned with Nervous fingers Eyes squinting through Brave smiles Tinged with tears Their worth on earth Insignificant Compared to the hours Spent deliberating From conception To delivery So many gifts Not borne Out of propriety Cakes pretending to be Bouquets of flowers Dates quiet candle lit Bars of mirrors Flowing golden liquid In glass walled shrines Escaping the haste To a yellow cottage On the coast With nothing but A bottle, a book And ourselves Dreams that teach me Who I am To be
If only I could live On native cherries Bugs and berries Tuned in to singing Of sapling gums Swinging in the wind Timed by sun rise And setting Days stretch out And snap back Catapult us Through our lives Never counting cost Not all who wander Are lost
The Painted Lady Saved me today Escaping cool Shot of adrenalin Disturbing a ray We acquainted Under waves Turned tail Nodded shyly Red billed spy From rooftop Provoked a smile Chirpy chatter Sailing treetops Remind me What truly matters
Kin in every respect Yet face another way To ask you to turn In my direction Would be unfair Devastating To ask you To uproot Give up seaview I never would As close as I can With my back to you Moments we claimed Need never erase Share light, warmth Shelter and shade Feathered guests Build nests In our minds Entwined
Silent and stealthy Master of patience Winged wanderers Lie in wait Footsteps to evade Mesmerising artist Dreamweavers Highest peak of nature Study of scales In momentary flight To seek her beauty To accept a life As a maiden in waiting For next season arrive As age wearies The watcher She is forever young Dawning metamorphosis Her daily wisdom Touted to stop Smell the flowers Force of wings A breath forms Tidal waves over horizon One moment pure rapture The next moment Gone
Count the stars of heaven 