Panic at the cinema

Wake to fresh reality
Ponder all those versions
Gone before me
Originals ever replaced
With tributes and re-makes
Grasp hold of sanity
With both hands
Light falls downwards
Darkness rises
Spirit steady as horizon
Bare feet connect to
Fine grain of ancient history
One day to become
Till then an observer
Of the lives of almost friends and lovers
Small town blues and golds
Pottering around heritage homes, theatres and dining rooms
Chewing on latest news
Overlooking chaotic streets
Mimicking incessant heart beats
Growing ever faster
At the sight of long lost love
Street art South Hobart

Da capo al fine

Woven threads of memories 
Soothes my weary head
The strength of each
Compounded by intricate patterns
Lacing along brain waves
Sparking to an unknown song
Could you hum it?
Are you worried to get it wrong?
Just one voice, wavering
Not enough to portray
A chorus of love
Desires multiply
Repeat till the end
When none to stoke its fire
Lest weave of time
Should mend

Mantra rays

I cannot be a life buoy
But show you how to swim
When to float on Spring tide
To catch the next wave in

I'll make quick work of sunrise
Point you to due East
By night you'll sail across the stars
The farthest lands to greet

The undersea mere curiosity
Of shadows lurking, cold
Shudder off the thought of it
Just keep your head afloat
Quiet Corner, Bruny Island Tasmania

Sinking feeling

Ever since that time
You flew away
Across the strait
For poignant day

My heart sank

Never again would I allow
My heart to be
Shipwrecked
Without a life-raft

We exist in a temporal way
In some parallel galaxy
Where our minds float
Willingly among dreams

Not our bodies

A kaleidescope of loves
Exist within one bond
How to split affection
Across the diaspora?

One token affection
Placed in a box
Pride of mantle
To deliver new year

Gathering dust
Sunrise over Derwent River

How do I know?

We all cried out
With our spiral perms
Bouncing in disco blue light

How I know?..
Walking longing on leash
Through swathes of native grassland
Hoping against all hope
To find a glimmer of flower
More delicious than weed

Rolling in bed with heartburn
Late into night and early morn
Standing in the kitchen alone with thoughts
Salvaging burnt toast again

.. if this is really love

Listening to songs of mourn
Tributes to ache across eons
On repeat

Wonder where the strength
Is found within
As time goes on
Their pulse overtakes mine
Face more alluring
Lines soften and fade
Walls fall
Clothes line the floor
No turning around
Or so I've found

Burst

Beauty of holding 
Breath expelled
Quick succession
Balloon fills its girth
Hearts beat like hooves
On cup day
Tension mounts
Truth like a pin prick
Bursts as flaccid pieces
Fall gently at four feet
Questions at ease
Posed so handsomely
Hold hands and jump
Into a sea of soliloquy
Knowing who one wants to be
Wayfaring strangers are we

Only

I could be your one and only
Strength for the mission
Cure for the lonely
I would find treasured tales
Buried in our morning tide

One day these pages will open up
Labyrinthine stairwell
Overseen by rock cathedral
Passing strangers alight its halls

Will you dance with them till midnight?
Or lie with them till noon?
Breaths measured by the waves lapping
Under gentle moon

I too, long to relish life
For years of back breaking toil
Nigh on broke my spirit
So bond with me, lover, friend
Though plea not to be loyal to all others
Forsooth, my heart's not in it.
Fluted Cape, Bruny Island Tasmania