We all become stories
~ Margaret Attwood
In the end
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Category Archives: Tasmania
My secret garden
Urgently wish
To kiss you
Instead, waited years
Climbed high mountains
To coincide with
Long-held promise
Of blooming again
Wishes on the wind
Blustery spring
Rattles my windows
Within
Batten down the lids
Promises of snow drift
Footprints on photos
Places I never go
Lift my mood somewhat
All I know
Is to write my heart out
Send wishes on the wind
That is all I can do
When the wind
Whips through me
Awash
Dancing in waves
Clifftop winds
Faeries on parade
While I trip down
Sandstone path
To the place where
Minutiae of death
Washes ashore
In shells and stones
A place where love lived
A childhood once before
With love
We leave
And let leave
All the ones
We ever loved
We cannot keep
So let them sail
Out past horizon
On winds of change
And do the same
I draw the line
Horizon begs me to come
Envious of all other
Lines I draw in my life
Its endless encore
Whispered in the waves
Come to me
I'll save you
Endless days
Just look upon the face
Of the one you love
Whether warm, soft, kissable
A cold screen digital
Or black and white frame
Tell me how
In many ways
Over seemingly endless days
Though memory, pixels, ink
Lost or faded
Throb of the heart only grows
Stronger each day
Climbing Sundew, Drosera planchonii, the bridal rainbow.
April May
Come and gone
Timestamped memory
Fagus leaf fallen
A longing for reunion
That may never come
New leaf limb display
A boundary laid
Come summer -
A channel crossing
One I aspire to
In my lifetime
Though shifting sands
Will change arrival
To friendlier shores
My own
I gazed too long
Upon you
As perfection
Absorbing
All your weaknesses
As my own
Beneath our feet
We connect
Tread over my own
Footsteps way back
Discerning size and shape
Tread, big, little,
Human, bird, dog
These sands hold memories
A lifetime of growing up
Scenes I can only imagine
Count the stars of heaven 