Arms that hold
Wherever you roam
Far and wide
Dark and cold
Ears that hear
All the words
Voice rises high
Mine consoles
Mind that tends
To every thought
Never abandoned
Knows its want
Eyes that appeal
To the pain
An unknown future
May be regained
The nature of us all
Interwined betwixt
Soil like black gold
Sky liquid silk
Hidden stories told
Under soled feet
Rubber hits the road
Dreams and days meet
A secret underground
Threads tie us all
Telling tales of
Magnificent scale
Beauty so minute
Rare mysterious
No telling where
It wanders
Growing silently
Inside me
Just below
The surface
Waiting patiently
To arise
Tentative to touch
Hesitant to taste
A glorious surprise
If arrived
Just in time
For me
She sits enthroned
Her head of stone
Arms incapable
Of waving royally
Disempowered
For her beauty
Strength, immortality
Divine femme
No king of beasts
Can protect her
From iconoclasm
Cult postmodern
Mother to all
Yet none to rest
On her thighs
Soothed by breast
A body erect
All that remains
Of love
~John Elliott Classics Museum, University of Tasmania.
Star gazing
Big screen
Blue light
All night
Stuck on
Plot twist
Lead femme
Lost me
Wondering
How long
Could I sit
In the dark
Catching
A glimpse
Of reaction
To the sight
Moonlight
Cinema
Gravity
Giving way
Force
Like the first
Star wars
Irresistible
Memories
Imprinted
On reels
Of mind
Never another
First time
Being with you
In my life
Herein contains
All the words
I cannot say
Though truly
Misses lost ones
That can't be said
With words
A warm igloo
In frozen tundra
A shady oasis
In desert down under
A cool clear pool
On white hot sands
A fresh trout stream
On vast open lands
A ripe berry vine
In dry scrub bush
A quiet space
In mid city rush
Elemental forces
We cannot contain
She comes to me
Like a forest fire
Cleansing opening
Ingiting on the breeze
Spreading seeds
Clearing debris
What holds us fast
From inevitable pain
We search seemingly
Aimlessly
It is always there
Hiding plain sight
A thrilling dare
To make it known
Love is never
In vain
How can it be?
That silence can change
From champion heavyweight
To a breath waylaid?
When a flurry
Of digi-noises invade
Our inner ears
On daily basis
Silence means
Solitude
Isolation
Reflection
Rejection
Empty soundscape
Says none
Alive or near
Stillness
Has its moments
By a brook
In a book nook
Anticipating
Laughter and tears
Felt so hard
No sound escapes
If brainwaves were
Attuned to instruments
Symphonies played
Between my ears
On royal highs
And splendid lows
Ticking monotones
Of my years
Silent support act
To showcase the star
Like imagining someone
Playing guitar
While Billie brazenly
Sings the Blues
For me
The crack in the wall
Glowing bright
In the darkness
Of a moonless night
Slipstream taking us
To other worlds
Underworld
Dark overlords
Time stands still
On this side
While senses ride
Down cavernous divide
Only one
In multiple galaxies
With loyal friend
Can evade its tricks
Old timey-wimey thing
Keeps pushing
The big button
To Who knows where
Do you dare or
Do I dare?
Come with me
Home in time
For tea
I want to believe
In heroes
See monsters
Buried at sea
The people who
Rise up and save
Kind and brave
Folk and lore
Echoes of time
Eternal
In week of want
She fell
Barely breathing
Soft down
Mother beaten
By quoll creeping
By midnight
Took her all
Plucked up
Tucked inside
The crevice of
My cleavage
Feeling beats
Smelling skin
Plucking courage
To cuddle in
Come by night
Settle in
On straw
Under lamp light
By morn I woke
She lay still
Crushed by
Weight of
Loneliness
Sometimes
Only hearing
Beats feeling
Spark of love
Healing
None else
Can be
Our light
Count the stars of heaven 