A stirring from cavernous
Subterranean layers
Within me release
Seismic activity
Barely touches
The needle
Blossoming upwards
Blissful pockets
Of breath rising
Hinterland well spring
It bursts through
Surface though
No one hears
Air shifts feathers
Goodbye
For now
A star decides to move
Out from behind
The shadow of a planet
For its name
To be known
Gazed upon all round
The world
Forever
Mountain river
Rains cascading
Over cliff
Whitewater
Moments waiting
Smiles emanating
Over time
Together
Fingers like spindles
Weaving morning webs
Bejewelled with dew drops
Round heavenly scent
Sight show stopping
Colour shot eye
Strange ancient landscape
Evokes belated sigh
As burdens unleash
Quicken bated breath
Watch slow blooming
Patience to test
Reluctant to shine
Unsure of herself
Summer returning
Along the tarn shelf
Scars of wind whipped
Winters now sealed
Carvings of glacial
Era revealed
Peeping past curtains
Mist fringed birdsong
Cabins sleeping in
Until nights grow long
Longing for rare
Shot of red on horizon
Summer mosaic elated
Coat of bloom surprising
If only the rain
Knew how deeply
The desert missed
Her touch
Decades drought
Then suddenly
A syncopated beat
Falls into her
She cannot breathe
Gasps, absorbs
Breaks open
New ground
Swallow pureness
Life abounds
New shoots
Emanating
Stretching fingers
Aboveground
Creating homes
For vagrant
Winged wanderers
Taking refuge
All from clouds
Silent smiles nodding
As greenspace wanderers
Take up residence
Sunny retreat
From all
That hems us in
Four walls
Blank stares
Hallowed faces
Return to earth
Where shelter of leaves
Generously offered
Warm sunny smiles
Absorbed to heal
As if never cold
Storms never darkened
Her warmth entrances
Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break
Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation
I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting
Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme
Meticulously trawling
Through archives
Of missed opportunity
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?
Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed
Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds
Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite
Just a sliver
In the morning
Travelling across time
Space and memory
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking
Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints
Behind you
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
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
