Why do we do
What we do?
A myriad of ways
To distract me
From spending
Precious time
I cannot waste
Twenty paths
All leading
Back to you

Why do we do
What we do?
A myriad of ways
To distract me
From spending
Precious time
I cannot waste
Twenty paths
All leading
Back to you

Stay
Not long enough
To admire your
Kaleidescope of colour
Drifting away
On the next breath
Of wind as I exhale
Disappointed
Yet inspired
To have known you
In the first place
Lie in wait in case
She returns to our
First meeting place
Wondering weather
Does lightning strike
In the same place?
Random encounters
Rouse hopefulness
Capture the infinite
Beauty of a moment
Chance encounters
Of your kind

Our body is not our own
Put on display
For even me
To admire
Statues of iron clad
Armour to deflect
Passing comment
Carrying light
Though many rooms
Filled with iron bars
Temples to lay down
Our wanton desires
Pass by crowded rooms
By night vacated
Staring at screens
Music blaring in ears
To happen upon
Empty streets
Dogs walking owners
Offerings under feet
Though many rooms
Filled with crowded bars
Goggles bottom of glass
Light in dark places
Scales fall from eyes
No shape, word or smile
Can evade the simple
Truth be told of her
Only what matters
Not behind glass
Or resting on bars
Unseen by my eyes

An apple tree
Years taking hold
Establishing
Slower than grass
Don't watch me
All on its own
Four years old
Blossoms increasing
Anxiety held
Storm and frost
Melt gentle petal
Before full grown
Five years since
First taking root
Fruit begins
Ripens in the sun
Hoping no bug
Disease or bird
Steals away
One day when strong
Full fruit display
Reddens in the sun
Twist and pull
The most delicate
Fruit spoken of
Since legends told
As a daily apple girl
It keeps me well
Delight always held
As I polish skin
On my chest and
Sink in
One year or two
There may be no fruit
If pruned too hard
Or left untended
Another year closer
To harvest end
Enjoy while we can

Know one thing
Have everything
But one love

Silvery white and grey
Blanket of down
Above me
Puffs of cloud
Stationary
Not looming
Cocooning
City scurrying
Beneath
Time lapse
Of tears shed
By morning
Endless spiral
Upwards
Of anticipation
Elation and goodbye
Suddenly falling
Into realisation
The sky of mind
Turns gray
Shades of it
Dark yet illuminating
A serene delight
Slow moving picture
Time lapse photography
Of memories
Captured for only
A moment
Every time
You walk away

I fell into a dreaming pool
Floundered in the depths
Searched for hidden seams of gold
Along the rocky cleft
Carved our names inside a cave
Where weary travellers rest
Forever know, though far to go
This pinnacle true test

Love as many as you will
As long as rising sun
Guides you
Even the ocean has bounds
Its depths seem endless
Its limits rest on sand
Force of waves dance
Expectantly
Why wait on shore
To dive
Come on in
With me you will always
Have a hand to hold
Through riptide spin
No treasure find
Empty shells
Shine on mantle sill
Most glorious gems
Revealed between
Two smiles facing
Our tides move quickly
Back and forth
Silently
Though swell and surge
Nourishing daily
Its limits sketched
In seagrass on gentle
Slopes of sandy canvas
Moving ever closer
Going forward

Are you guarded
Do you tread lightly?
Would you rather fly
Than be grounded
Forever seeking freedom
Are there threads
Caught between you
Lovers never left behind
Ripples gather round
Only light cast for miles
To reflect beauty
To passersby
Are you high above?
I burn below slowly
Keep heavy hearth stone
Warm if ever you might
Land beside me

A run away thought train
I feel like a planet falling into a black hole around you. In a good way. Swallowed up by gravity. It flattens me. I submit to it.
Your smile when you look at me is the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
Only to hear you talk so I can press record in my mind and have something to replay on the gray days of my life.
I give you my best thoughts and that is like an eternal hand holding.
