Wednesday

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throw out your frown
And just smile at the sound
Sleek as a shriek, spinning 'round and 'round

Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday, I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday, I'm in love
Songwriters: Boris Williams / Perry Bamonte / Porl Thompson / Robert James Smith / Simon Johnathon Gallup

Friday I’m in Love lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

World rebuilding

Show me the ceiling
To break through it
Roof to climb
Endless stars infinity
Town edge dwelling
Among likeminded
City limits absorb
Unsuppressed greening
Ancient named peaks
Conquered cliff seams
Deconstructed reality
Worldbuilding dreams
Every time a memory
Falls from your lips
I capture the castle
Tend to its turrets
Looking out to wilderness
Waiting for inhabitants
Clock stopped in shock
Longing to revive
Moving hand to hand in time
For one
Clock tower GPO Hobart, Tasmania

Window of opportunity

Peering through into
Your world now mine
Illuminating
Now to find
The key to latch
In the dark
Hiding under layers
Ancient wallpapers
Generations
Foundations
The same
Women endured
Loneliness
Female company
The only cure
Gateway
To wilderness
Built by hands
Bound in chains
Heart also
Only opens from
The outside
Officers Quarters, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Entwined

I hold myself 
Walking down street
Speaking to strangers
As if dear friends

I hold thumb between
Two fingers
Capturing the sense
That I am me, not them

Knowing full well
Where the boundary is
Where my body ends
And yours begins

Yet the fingertips
That stretch back
From my mind's eye
Touch yours and hide

Nestled in a hollow
Where no one can reach
I entwine with you
As if strolling through

The parting tide
Ignores the wall
Between earth and sea
Too timid to dive

Admiring the view
From low water line
Signals lost in fog
Along the way

Holding onto mine
Tesselated pavement, Pirates Bay, Tasmania

Sheltering

A time for adventure
Blistering cold and heat
A time for restoration
Distraction, diversion
Show me another way
Through the thickets
Deep immersion
A time for shelter
Closed cabin
Four walls
Cocoon
To reform
Break out
In good time
Reborn
Officers Quarters gardens, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Take me away

Tumultuous images
Whip through forest glades
Of my afternoon daydream
Real life happenings
Unrelenting

Where to turn for comfort
Assurance the world
Is still beautiful?
All is not lost?
Confounded

A flash of snowy white
Glistening pink
Ripe and soft
To touch, I imagine
Delighted

No justification needed
To escape by reaching
Hopeful fingers toward
Your hand in my imagination
Elation
Pink Fingers, Caladenia carnea, Tasmanian Orchid

Weather with you

Dreaming of blue skies
Long days lazy brew
Wandering eyes and steps
Mine beat, yours rhythm

Every story lingers
Over place spoken
An apparition
Curb, water view, spire

Waiting for intoxication
To fade so to take leave
Back to families
True stories entwined

Seen to be believed
Looks exchanged
Plastered smiles
Parting my clouds

Until next time
Pirates Bay, Tasman Peninsula