Why does she blush
In patient waiting
Expectation
As bird song fades
Night eyes wake
Changing of the guard
Till moonrise
Do not fret
On darkest night
Somewhere sleeping
Lunar orb
Is carried on arms
Of her rays
Reunited
Just one bright day
Each month
Moon renewed
In love
Last night I had
A stranger's dream
Just like the night before
We moved from islands
Through to lovers
I rested on your shore
All the times
We floated freely
Sore each other
Mid-ocean
Till tides refrain
Storms between
Each hurricane
A woman's name
When really
We are peace
It's the pressure
From all around us
That suspends us
Mid air with pieces
Of our lives
Passing before eyes
One day we meet
In the centre
Marvel at the power
Of nature
Our place in it
Together
Flying high over
Open plane of
Possibility
Leading out toward
Inner sea
Subjectivity
Course altered upon
Your signal
Probability
Moving with you
Peak to plateau
Proclivity
Free ourselves
With ease and will
Unity
Poem taken from imagery in
The Mindful Therapist, by Daniel J. Siegel, Norton, 2010, p.13.
I'd look upon you
Every day
Steal glimpses for
When we're away
A blanket holds
Close to curves
Morning array
Colours displayed
Sleeping woman
Found all over
Whole country
Loving her
Turning away
Amounts to nothing
She commands all
My attention
Gracing this scene
Weak at knees
Only few times
Lost in her skies
Enamored by trails
Of thoughts
Leading me onward
She is mountain
As if humble seaside daisy
Clambered for sunlight
In pine forest
Until transplanted
Among seaside grasses
Withered in blinding sun
Unaccustomed to
Room to grow
Elusive as a dream
That fades softly
As I shake off sleep
Pouring out the memory
Of your touch
From mind's eye
Residue of waking desire
Lips tremble
Body shakes
Fall backwards
Into arms
Trust games
Waited so long
Floating freely
Downstream
Try to catch you
In real life
Only to fall
Cold revives
Canopy protecting me
From passing rain
Haven among new swallows
Fairy wren nests
Happily proclaiming
Bursts of seed and flower
On show
Holding me upright trunk
As I breathe in
Most needed mood boosting
Spores emanating
From flourishing ground
Returns my demeanor
To more tender renown
A quick fix respite
From world spinning
Under feet
Grounding under mine
Until next time
One can be wise
Wealthy and generous
Kind as earth is wide
But unless their touch
Gives and receives
Stories gently
Our lives an imprint
Of our family tree
The sting of derision
Hurts them more than me
Storykeepers spreading
Joy of living
From petal to seed
Doubts like spaces
Between numbered dots
On blank page
Each time I skip
Over the chasm
Leaping in well-known
Logical progession
I slip and start again
Until one day
Dots and lines gone
Hand guided by eye alone
No longer fall
But fly on
Each waking moment
Turns over hoping
One day to lay eyes
Your rising every morning
Even behind closed lids
I embrace your light
Reflected between us
I lament the days
You hid your face
Days like this
Every living thing
Holds still
Breath pensive
As if you entered in
The room adorned
Adored by all
Time stood still
All eyes ablaze
All elements in tune
As waves obey the moon
We rise and fall
Too soon
Count the stars of heaven 