Light and gentle movement Stretch and bolster vitality Sending hope waves through the brain. Invitations to Sunday afternoon Drives winding through rainforest Sunlight dapples breath taking To a hotel nestled in gentle folds Of ancient mountain. Return to oneself. Bathe in possibility lain broken. Dare not feed the narrative of turbulent deep dreams Though if disturbed by slumber's provocative story telling Hope awakens with bird song daily Dreams escaped To a reality which is perhaps dull in comparison.
Morning snow at Mount Field National Park Tasmania
Trials and fails of fiction Matches made in low-lit bars,cafe's and gas stations. Shake off sticky cling of connection plagued by interference. The Editor stands looming over head. Hiding in some alpine cloud or cave under ridgeline. Heavy pen pressed to storyline. Poised, ready to edit me out of one's life.
The Snowgum Trail, Tarn Shelf, Mount Field National Park in Tasmania
Hesitant is a friend until the next wave of my wandering. Stories untold how to salvage after the fire consumes everything End is not always loss when so much worth was claimed. Happenstance turned us both down left and right field of remembrance. Standing at opposite sides of the will, wake up to all the things you said. Let it blaze inside the mind for a wishful younger self. Spurn at the thought of marked embrace, that leftover sweet touch of soft centre pending.
Wake to fresh reality Ponder all those versions Gone before me Originals ever replaced With tributes and re-makes Grasp hold of sanity With both hands Light falls downwards Darkness rises Spirit steady as horizon Bare feet connect to Fine grain of ancient history One day to become Till then an observer Of the lives of almost friends and lovers Small town blues and golds Pottering around heritage homes, theatres and dining rooms Chewing on latest news Overlooking chaotic streets Mimicking incessant heart beats Growing ever faster At the sight of long lost love
We all cried out With our spiral perms Bouncing in disco blue light
How I know?.. Walking longing on leash Through swathes of native grassland Hoping against all hope To find a glimmer of flower More delicious than weed
Rolling in bed with heartburn Late into night and early morn Standing in the kitchen alone with thoughts Salvaging burnt toast again
.. if this is really love
Listening to songs of mourn Tributes to ache across eons On repeat
Wonder where the strength Is found within As time goes on Their pulse overtakes mine Face more alluring Lines soften and fade Walls fall Clothes line the floor No turning around Or so I've found
Count the stars of heaven 