Her face rides out front
Body carved by artisan
Not a live one steps foot
Lest to say farewell
Till return to homeland
Her likeness revealing
The love of artist heart
Like a woman of dreaming
Unreal onboard
Writing home to her
Every single day
Or some piece to hold onto
As tide carries me away
Thoughts crowded out
Like street nights
Festival lights
Extinguished
Past midnight
Holding open space
Reflecting on
Disappointments
Celebrations alike
No way to put
My finger on it
Taint with print
Hot to touch
Can't switch it off
Bask in its glow
Round the clock
Source metered out
In the dark
Enlightening
Tales tools of trade
Our words live on
Watching over me
Soaking through my skin
Widening my eyes
Each day
She beams at me
I glow
Even when I retreat
in my dark cave
She finds a way
To reach me
Shining on each day
She is the sun
Revealing
Morning yearning
Tales telling
Growing learning
Life has won
Over me
Showering rain opens
Fallen of yesterday
Buried in layers
Soaking in ready
For new openings
Rising again
A new green shoot
Fresh and bare
Untouched
Sensitive to grazing
Unfurled plentiful
Placeholders populate
Hold on to precious
Earth newly nourished
To cover over through
The dawning years
Light up a highway
Ships built for span
Under bridge
Not the other way
Standing watch
As passers by
Send a lifeline
To the other side
While loved ones
Deliberate
In the silence
Left behind
Come meet me by
The oyster bay pine
In search of lights
Swimming in the ocean
Brushing over skin
Like an eagle manta ray
Soaking in the sand
Across the bay
A magic carpet ride
Source lost and found
Some foreign bazaar
Where incense, spice
And turkish delights
Feast your eyes
From afar
Friends call out
From way below
'Get down from there
You'll hurt yourself!'
Then tell them
'I don't care'
For a vision
Laid out in front
Shows me
As far as only
Mine eye
Can see
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
How easy to mistake
One thing for another
A heady mix we are
After each to each
A long sitting
To recover my senses
Short and tall
Would either be
A perfect couple
Or comedy duo
As the sweetness
Tickles my sides
The last sip
Drip of honey edge
Go down like
A dream
Count the stars of heaven 