Wandering endlessly through golden ripe Fields of my imagination Scenery, smiles and conversation Willing the future to meet me Back at this dream's beginning Until restless legs and chatting Stop pining and whistling lips Biding time Woken, surprised, I meditate Grains of sand between toes Waves evoking chills down my spine Patient expectation Waiting, hesitating Drinking in the glorious view Standing right here before me
It is true I can be blue or any other mood Anytime I spend Precious time with you Look up From the bustle our busy lives Settle in So we gently Entwine On the couch No more dallying walking the town Tis clear When clouds part Who's still around
A placeholder Waiting for inspiration to reveal No matter how many layers Blended perfectly together The frame is full of gibberish Until sense is made clear When the promise of a true friend Becomes forever
To love you is like
Horizon greeting sunrise
Thankful you've arrived
On a scale of bland to grand
Some ideas seize
By the hand
Come, willing thoughts
Let me lead down garden path
A humble thought experiment
The ingredients are us
Do you dance the tango
Salsa, ballroom or swing?
Be my partner on the floor
Do you mime or sing?
Would you go to Thailand
Egypt, France or NZ?
Do you prefer the seaside
Or mansion in the city?
Would you rather hike
Into the wilderness, or ride?
Perfect night out?
Or in, or both until retired?
The need to entertain
The needs of one another's
Thoughts
The clash of minds
Can give off sparks
Like New Year's fireworks
While if they coincide
Minds grow contented
As they are
These thoughts, kind companions
Never leave us alone
Centuries of sandy foot prints
Embedded in the shore
Sure steps leading to waters edge
Surveying the rip tide
Wading safely to peel
Tiny creatures away
From their silken kelp
Homes to adorn
Dining tables laced with
Filigree crochet
And tall stories
She places delicate treasures
On her window sill
To recall every
Underwater adventure
The hollow echo
Of the conch's curl
Beckons her to deep
Longing for more
Pearl shines in colours
Glint of eye and
Flash of teeth
Sandy skin soft hairs
Stand on end
As the tide
Her dreamscapes
Roll in
In fiction I would be
A tea and scones librarian
With a secret archive
The contents of which
Was derived from many
Hours of polite
Conversations
How the mind
May wander
Is a marvellous
Thing indeed
When I heard the first
Was always a disaster
I chose to have that
With someone else
To keep my love
Safe at anchor
Waiting for
The storm to pass
One who's always there
Comforts me when no one dares
Calms the storm inside
Odds for and against
From the beginning
Like scouring every beach
For hidden treasure
Buried in millions
Grains of sand
Stories of the past
Washing over 'til hidden
Lucid dreams and memories
All that remains
Count the stars of heaven 