She, opens eyes wide at sunrise
To deliberate
Life, loves, lies
On tip of tongue
Softened by toast and hot tea
To protect buried memories
To defend all she has left
She, sheds a tear at moonrise
Orb of light illuminates her face
Soft folds of downy fields
Hair tickles her ears
Winds whisper incantations
Flowing across river
Searching for her lover
Believing only in peace
Laid buried beneath her feet
In my feet pounding pavement
Hips swaying to music
Waves crashing in ears
Sun beating
Rhythm in my solar plexis
Salty sting of tears
Glitter on the water -
In your eyes -
Evokes a feeling
One cannot contain
Boundless sea
I feel you
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.
It's not too late to win
Bring it on in
Hopeful is a form of resistance
In this world of compliance
It's never too late to start
Pull it apart
Apathy betrays us daily
Rebuild your world brick by brick
It's always too soon to give up
Reach out an arm
Wave it high until you feel again
Air on skin, apply firm grip
It is now the time to change
Grow it again
Limbs you left behind in wars
Between best friends, love comes in time
It's all we can do to admire
Past selves for bravery
How we begun, no coming undone
Arise for the sake of one and all
It's ok to want to walk in
Knock on the door
Ask to come in, for love takes the floor
Knowing the will is never found
Seeker of sparkly things
Eyes always searching crowd
For glittery glimpse
Of small city familiarity
Search and found
Ache of longing rescued
No shame in admiration
A bouquet of floral, gemstone and jewellery
Hands shoved in pockets
To stop their dance moves
Body chimes in, swaying back and forth
Rocking to classic sound of heart's beat
Eyes and ears glued to lips and voice
Ebb and flow of sound
Storyteller sighs for a while
Relieved loyal receiver of sparkly tales.
There was a story of
Two loves
One a great surveyor of landscapes
Who beheld the ocean and firmament
Over tea, toast and morning paper
But obscured from mountain view
The other a lover of all things nautical
Who beheld gondwanan mountain
From a glimpse of kitchen window
Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers
From the bedroom
Each obscured from the one thing they loved
So it was between them too
I'd rather pick blackberries and never taste a bite
I'd rather go plane watching and never take a flight
I'd rather climb a mountain and not see the other side
Than to ever fall in love again with an absent friend
If seaside rocks could speak
They'd tell us how the world was formed
Should pelagic birds learn drawing
Secrets of deep ocean revealed
Might blossoms hum in tune with bees
What merriment the sunshine brings
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
How one so accustomed
To heartbreak
Could mend and bend mine
Cure-all in one
Placebo the other
Pick which hand?
A limerant and her lover
Knows deep down
The match may cause to suffer, though
Much less than the world has shown
For standing on the brink of despair
A hard fall lies beneath
It might as well be love
That sweeps you off your feet
For on this feeling you'll soar
Find new paths to explore
Confusion sets in when alone on the moors
Looking back, you always were
Count the stars of heaven 