To have words trampled
Beneath the cart wheels
On the streets
of old St Petersburg
Crimes a mystery
Hung backlit
By brazen streetlight
Broken, worn, blue
Time it takes
To decide ~ are they done?
Will they heal?
Slowly drip feeding
Stew of broth
Building marrow
Until the shine
In the eyes returns
Upon hearing
A chorus
Seeing a glorious
Image of affection
At mere mention
A novel moment
Produces a turrent
Cascading into
Rivers winding
Bringing life
Bearing it to sea
Setting free
Low pizzicato
Grows to resonant
Rumblings
Smooth like honey
Touching on
Harmonics
Whispered words
Tentatively
Articulated
Urging me on
Telling me
Love has won
Wishing it would
Appear to me
Familiar turn
Of phrase
Accented praise
Behind my shoulder
Turn suddenly
It follows me
Dawning slowly
This voice
Is here
Within
Such a happy circumstance
To wind and reel in
Making it easy for you
To catch your tea
I would sit inside bay window
Watching a vinyl record
Revolve like my small world
On repeat
The safety of familiar tunes
Singing a harmony
Clawing fingers through
A shag pile rug
Life seems lovely
Until the wind and storms
Batter the front
Waves dare to sweep away
All I need is a cabin
A cosy corner bed
With lamp and books
Leather chair
A place to curl my toes
Sip tea and powder nose
The best view I could find
Would be with you inside
Grey lady hanging on
To the edge
Overlooking harbour view
Slender and proud
Twisting round to glimpse
Decades of bobbing heads
Like buoys on waves
Coming in shivering
Brave showing her age
Engraved beauty
Limbs reach out
Welcome stranded men
Come warm yourself
On the rocky shores
Casting a shadow
To danger marker
Pointing windeward
Shaped by her forces
Invisibly caressing
To bow and bend
Fine lines and filagree tracing
Fingers follow edges
Soft downy folds
Velvety lacing
Artful designer raises
Takes down asunder
Plundering wealth
Riches beyond dreams
Earth Woman wonder
Just as in a day
Can take a breath
Enslave it
By evening freed
In listless sigh
Of resignation
And sleep
Don't dream it, be it
Is nature's cry
As several evolutions
Of matter
Land on my thigh
Her eyes trace the outlines
Mating decorations
Imagining them away
To nothing
Come undone
Completely
For several hundred and one
Days spent between extremes
Fighting, crying, sight
Laughing, smiling, delight
No greater affirmation
More than three letters
Yes, or I do
In the still dark silence
There is none other
But you
Fear grips tightly
At the helm
Taking over orders
Pulling us in
Over our heads
Waves crashing
Broached to
Shoal approaching
No lives lost
Crew is down
Handing over
Dogs to morning
Rolling like a lullaby
Reassuring
Raised a lighthouse
First sighting
Pinnacle gives way
To coast
Welcome faces
Twirling smoke
Casting lines
Shorebound stagger
Every sight new
Intricate beauty
Island delights
Happen upon flower
Resiliently tender
Heart own power
Fear of the storm
All but gone
Only shaking hands
Wide eyed one
Never leaving
Smiles receding
As night creeps in
Farewell again
Handing over everything
Knowing no direction
Trusting wholly
In you
Swept
Breath
Fall
Off their feet
Taken away
On their knees
Sounds divine?
We have a lifetime
To work it out
How to live in love
From this position
Upturned
Breathless
Lying low
We will need
Every day
However long
It should take
To know
How to stand
Held hands
Walk on
If a sprout takes root
On an Island
That drifts away
Heading South
It was always there
Seeds that flew in
On the breeze
Hosted by birds
Do we blame these
Mixed leaves?
So what happens
When I wander hills
Wondering whether
This bloom or that
Warrants attention
Is all life
Worth a mention?
How I marvel when Horror and strife Make ordinary turbulence Seem trifling How one image in the wilderness Ignite a longing Lifelong To be inspired To be present In the last days In the silence Is an aspiration Over which we have No accord Though truly Authenticity Girded by love Will always be a Heavy weight I bear it With a smile A laugh, song Stride in step Love thee well
Future thinking laid out
Like a thin grey line
Where the ocean
Meets the sky
Boundless heights
Unfathomable depths
Unknown spaces touch
In surface tension
Breaks, bubbles
Waves and drifts
Freedom to exist
Between them
Floating on a breeze
Between continents, adrift
A breath of indifference
Can stifle the mood
Drain colour in landscape
Surrounded in gloom
Billions of raindrops
Illuminated by sun
Four seasons in one
Summer come
