Strange how the music
Can say what lies inside
Better than own lips
Better still, silence
Reveals a sonnet
Of secrets
That moment between words
When the body speaks
To affirm or contradict
Knowing moves
Of safety
Alone with thoughts
On the edge of wild
Never live lonely
Affect writes thesis
Of sanity
Wondering brain waves
Sing on wind and wire
Telegraph of love
Words no limit
Of sound
Don't Stop.
Life clings to cracks
Liminal spaces
Hiding places
Reality abounds
On the edges
Beauty is born
Of age
Mirth is found
In the calm
After the storm
A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin
Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks
Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm
Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat
Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart
Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start
Every time is new again
With you
Deeper still calling
Come in
The way is unknown
Tides swell and recede
With the mood
Horizon is hidden
Come away
How far does it go?
Bid well the shallows
Into the blue
With you
Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend
Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept
As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet
Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat
Of all the finest examples
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
Count the stars of heaven 