It is true I can be blue or any other mood Anytime I spend Precious time with you Look up From the bustle our busy lives Settle in So we gently Entwine On the couch No more dallying walking the town Tis clear When clouds part Who's still around
A placeholder Waiting for inspiration to reveal No matter how many layers Blended perfectly together The frame is full of gibberish Until sense is made clear When the promise of a true friend Becomes forever
To love you is like
Horizon greeting sunrise
Thankful you've arrived
On a scale of bland to grand
Some ideas seize
By the hand
Come, willing thoughts
Let me lead down garden path
A humble thought experiment
The ingredients are us
Do you dance the tango
Salsa, ballroom or swing?
Be my partner on the floor
Do you mime or sing?
Would you go to Thailand
Egypt, France or NZ?
Do you prefer the seaside
Or mansion in the city?
Would you rather hike
Into the wilderness, or ride?
Perfect night out?
Or in, or both until retired?
The need to entertain
The needs of one another's
Thoughts
The clash of minds
Can give off sparks
Like New Year's fireworks
While if they coincide
Minds grow contented
As they are
These thoughts, kind companions
Never leave us alone
Centuries of sandy foot prints
Embedded in the shore
Sure steps leading to waters edge
Surveying the rip tide
Wading safely to peel
Tiny creatures away
From their silken kelp
Homes to adorn
Dining tables laced with
Filigree crochet
And tall stories
She places delicate treasures
On her window sill
To recall every
Underwater adventure
The hollow echo
Of the conch's curl
Beckons her to deep
Longing for more
Pearl shines in colours
Glint of eye and
Flash of teeth
Sandy skin soft hairs
Stand on end
As the tide
Her dreamscapes
Roll in
In fiction I would be
A tea and scones librarian
With a secret archive
The contents of which
Was derived from many
Hours of polite
Conversations
How the mind
May wander
Is a marvellous
Thing indeed
When I heard the first
Was always a disaster
I chose to have that
With someone else
To keep my love
Safe at anchor
Waiting for
The storm to pass
One who's always there
Comforts me when no one dares
Calms the storm inside
Silence descends at the end of another day
Without warning the flashbacks storm
Through my brain
Drawn into a time when I crawled along
On eight pairs of feet
You were the new green shoot
Chlorophyll, my food, curled around me
Eyes flashed cider gum blue
Spring lime green
Autumn fagus yellow in between
You were my seasons while I hid inside
Wrapped up in your goodness
Drank down till I had my fill
Pints of the stuff
Growing green to the gills
Then to withdraw into my cocoon
To become someone you might love
Silk scarves and woven cloths
Interlaced around me
As I rocked back and forth
Remembering golden haze
Of sunshine and drinking you into my pores
Tightly wound, every part of me singing
Agitating, wriggling, then deathly still
Grieving, so near, yet I am bound
Waiting, not patiently, turning inside out
Penultimate moment, a dead eye opens
In the dark
A tear in the fabric of time
My proboscis is out
Feeling tingling into the wind
No more drinking her in
I shake free my wings and navigate
Stigma dripping in nectar
Search me out
I am taken in and dipping
Soaked, drunk on wine
Pushing me beyond my tipping point
Freedom flight
Yet every waking cell in my new-found body
Calls out – who and what made me as I am now
How could I wish for any other plight?
Odds for and against
From the beginning
Like scouring every beach
For hidden treasure
Buried in millions
Grains of sand
Stories of the past
Washing over 'til hidden
Lucid dreams and memories
All that remains
Count the stars of heaven 