Fields of imagination

Wandering endlessly through golden ripe
Fields of my imagination
Scenery, smiles and conversation
Willing the future to meet me 
Back at this dream's beginning
Until restless legs and chatting
Stop pining and whistling lips
Biding time 
Woken, surprised, I meditate
Grains of sand between toes
Waves evoking chills down my spine
Patient expectation 
Waiting, hesitating
Drinking in the glorious view
Standing right here before me
Opossum Bay, lutruwita / Tasmania

Freedom Flight

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?

All at sea

'Lighthouse tall and grand
Standing on that cold headland
Shine your light across the sea
For a wayward sailor girl like me

Lighthouse man
Guide this sailor back to land
Steer my ship on through the storm
Back to water safe and calm

Sometimes I need a lighthouse for my own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going

Oh lighthouse man
I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me

Lighthouse man
Can't help us all
Some he'll save and some will fall
He'll show you where the danger lies
But he can't help it if you capsize

He'll light your way but that is all
Steer your own ship back to shore
Won't you light my lonely way back home
This sea is full of misery and woe

Oh woe betide those that say
They don't need no light to light their way
They think they're safe enough on their own
Drown in murky depths below

We all need a lighthouse for our own
It gets so dark I can't see which way I'm going

Oh lighthouse man I'm all at sea
Shine a little lighthouse light on me'

~Song by The Waifs
Iron Pot Lighthouse from Roaring Beach, Tasmania

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Chad Alan Gracey / Chad David Taylor / Edward Joel Kowalczyk / Patrick Dahlheimer
Lighthouse lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

April May

April may come again
Eventually it reminds
My nakedness
Revealing everything
Not a leaf remaining
Exposed but not barren
Shedding old stories
Just waiting
Frost and snow
Feral winds blew
Over rooftops
Firelit cabin
At high altitude
While I curled
Wistful and wondering
When the sun, like I
Came out of hiding
Richea Pandanifolia (Pandani or giant grass tree) at Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park, lutruwita / Tasmania

Elixir of life

Leading me onward
Bitter sweet elixir
Courses through veins
Truth serum
Tried and tired
Confidants attest
Does it enliven?
Give wakeful purpose?
Determination when
World falls around us?
If the answer is yes
It is not addiction
Though why the need
To justify
A thousand times?
Shakespeare sonnet
This is not
But true love
At best