Où es-tu allé?
petit souris
tu es mon unique.
Tes cheveux châtains
et gris me manquent.
Je souhaite contempler
ton regard bleu
Tu te blottis près du feu?
Est-ce que tu batifoler
dans la neige?
Tu ne viendras pas jouer
avec moi un de ces jours?
Stillness comes as last leaf drops
Though not for long
Cupboard bare like grievance aired
Empty thoughts, silence comes
Like jester and thief
Stolen precious time
Mock those who weep.
Do not wait for wind to change
For your face remains asleep
Clumsy hands and feet
Lose bits and pieces of me
Spill the drink over the one
Who tried to sell me to the street
I rise above
Beating sense into skins
Laid taut by grief
Smoothing tallow fashionably
Over fine lines and wrinkles of time
Spare moments spent watching
Antique shards and bottles
Plucked from the bank of the Thames
Or the bottom of someone's yard
The hand once clutching it
Long since retired
Now that old hand is mine
I have a friend who makes me smile
She makes me walk the extra mile
Thoughts flow like full moon tide
Naked bathe, nothing to hide
Deepest conversations spill
Stories beckon mind and will
Imaginary friends depart
Long lost love letters torn apart
Nothing like a human soul
To touch the heart
To fill the hole
Imagine where such friend may lead
Should no opinion dare impede
What's the chance that this may grow
Not I, nor she, nor anyone knows
I cast these thoughts onto the breeze
Dandy copters casting seeds
Soft warm soil, well watered too
The toil of love, well worth the view
I'd rather be with me, than
In the shadow of a tree
Grown by groaning pains
Missing her former ways
I'd rather be alone, than
Drink down remedies from
Expectation formed
Watching romantic comedy
I'd rather go solo, than
Interpret someone's needs
Through the scintillating sound
Of the pleas of silent screen
I'd prefer to take a stroll
Cool and dry under a 'broll, than
Be soaked in untold stories
Of adventures without me
I'd rather be awake, than
Anticipating ache
Of sleeping next to you
Then, in a month or two we're through.
The morning is mine
Tuck in divine
Roll up sunrise blind
Unfurl, tip toe hushed
Eyes wide in the dark
Story teller roused
To depths of mind
Remnants of life drift
Catch dreams in flight
Pondering path laid out
By wakening of daylight
Jolt by time's persistence
All resistance falls to floor
Don fresh attire
A new chance awaits
Opportunity born
Do I need to say out loud
That you are the closest
I ever came to my person
If only you didn't
Have so many already
A brilliant and kind friend
Is worth more than
A golden ring inset
With diamonds marking
Decades of compromise
The most memorable and moving stories
May be untranslatable
Missed by your average listener
Unless they can read body language
Since the unspeakable time
One in 100 year devastation
I grow accustomed to sitting
In a crowded room surrounded by
Empty seats of friends
I've never forgotten
An artist captures the essence of my heartache
Blue china bathed statue
Raving about earl gray
Other pleasantries
In politest company
If I pour my heart
Out to you
Is it too heavy?
You see, I need
A good strong woman
A big heart
For if she wishes
To pour out too
I have grown strong
From holding on
For so long.
Sydney Mardi Gras
The tide is high
But I'm holding on...
Let compassion
Soak in
Like water
Through sand
Count the stars of heaven 