Timbre of the heart II

Dear lover, in absentia
I whisper into shells
Over whether all I gave
Was yours or for myself

Rigid cool of cave
Calms inner storms
Black ink air stale
Smothers fright and fawn

Tentacles do weave
Embroider heart strings
Plucked ruefully
Timbre displeasing

- of course-
To thine ears
Derwent River Tasmania

In plain sight

Smooth places made
Turbulent
Delighted smiles turned
Strained
Vulnerability is
Compromised
Intelligence used to
Detonate
Childlike innocence
Smothered
Wisdom sown
Uprooted
Voice of justice
Silenced
Creative forces
Unglued
Elders presence
Ghosted
Protest voices
Dispersed

Shed a tear
For all the years
Silence
Made things worse
Bellerive quay, Tasmania

Point break

Sheer gravity lures
Decades forces pulls
Finally free and yours
Pinnacle of wave
Break over rocky shore
Thrill bouyancy
Every time she responds
To me
Takes to the edge
Bright white sandy smile
Flashes behind eyes
Everywhere I see
Words etched into
Cliff face story
Eroding crumbling
Debunked history
Tideline moves along
With moonlight spree
Voice like wind on waves
Whispers to me
Adrenaline fades
Until next ride
Point break
Mays Beach, Tasmania

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
Opossom Bay, Tasmania

Champagne smile

Waves of frivolity wash
Over lips and fizz
On tongue

Modest solemnity looks
Over end of flute
On queue

Taken in by ocean blues
Over years of wonder
On edge

Poised for next message
Over silent movies
On video

Blink and miss chance
Over silver spoon
On frills

Playing words and hearts
Over rendered
On tune

Suite of expectations
Over honour
On you
Russell falls, Mt Field National Park Tasmania