She'd be a stream
By the rivulet
Watching the flow
Mingling of elements
On the rivers' edge
Carrying living seeds
New creations
To eternal sea
If I were a meadow
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Waking hour
Silence is sweet vessel
For lost worlds of time
Words surround warmed
By captured sunrise
No ocean
'Hold on through the late nights
I'll be dreaming of you
Won't let your heart break
I'm gonna see this through
No ocean keeps me from you'
-EXES
Radiate
By the warm glow of sunrise
Night tremors of the mind
Dissolve and escape
As tea tree scent
On whirling breeze
Alluring mini beasts
Plump feathered friends
Dainty adept feet
To alight on her leaves
Bask in the brightness
Of summer's rest and ease
Solace
Brisk pinch of crisp rivers tears
Whitewater noise fills my ears
Trickling down all these years
Solace soothes heart fears
Irony
I know
The provenance
Of stringed instruments
The tree from whence it came
But never heard you play
Need I say?
I miss you, dearly
So much so
I recall clearly
Lottery days
Sunning ourselves or seeking shade
Silence listens to our breathing
A seat at your picnic table
Winning
How lucky I was
Like a billionaire
With nothing in hand
But love and admiration
Need I say?
A past never erased
Nor wished away
Held onto, still as
Cool aqua tarn
Smiles to the gills
Though I recall
My anxious face
Mirrored in yours
How I wished
Upon lucky orange belly feather
Sacred shells under webbed feet
How to make you happier
Than ever before, shall we?
Need I say?
I regret one thing
We are a culmination
Of all that had been
I longed for sweet escapism
Take your hand into the blue
Drift on cloudy scenes
From breakfast till noon
Ride the racing waves
Till breath escapes
Revive till night
Closes our eyes
Once again
Love and other flowers
That bespoke place in the brain
Next to memory
Smell and taste
Lead me to dream awake
Lashings of cream with rhubarb cake
Pearl white shells sit idly by
As she comes and goes
Lucky to be plucked from the sea
Eager hands admired so brilliantly
Abalone bilateral symmetry
Reused diaries
Tip toe through last year
Ruminations on cake and cream
Another few hundred photographs
Under my belt
A haunted belief
Things are still not as they seem
Ritual of coffee making
Resurrects the voice of the past
Reciting how it's made
We always begin again until the end
Living breathing bodily houses
full of living apparitions
Of love and other flowers
Love like
A sign language
Understood completely
without a single word
To know what one feels
A living eulogy
To be oneself
Without apology
To be cheered on
By your own team
Receive outstretched arm
When you fall
A desire to be known
Weathered scars and all.
Bloom in the dark
Count the stars of heaven 