Above all else

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
Photo by Emma Haynes

Guiding light

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
Hobart waterfront, lutruwita / Tasmania

Solis

No other presence both
Warms and soothes
Casts shadows
Heals and burns
Dawns and rules
Night sky yearns
Earth searing
Growth expounding
Her worth
In daily doses
As she moves closer
We vacate hiding places
Abandon cinemas
Theatre audiences
To meet her on sand
Absorb her all
In glorious array
Until cloud curtains
Herald rain
Longing sun kiss
Cheeks hand brush pink
Thirst taste on lips
Till we meet again

Be mine

Though perilous labour
Sucks wind out of wings
Daily we break out
Of old habits
Singing sweetly harmony
With breeze stinging
Lips and cheeks
Faint glow inspires
Smiles and images
Of edge of tomorrow
Landscapes cascading
Over cliffs
Considering how to
Sound and look best
Humming along with you
Always return home
To rest
Beehind

Red silk

Love is no contest 
Of reciprocity
If it were
Ours a game of tag
Where i am always it

Instead, a gift of sound
As if handing you
Every note wrapped
In red silk ribbon
From Chopin's ninth night

You responding only
With the miniscule slip
Of tear sliding down cheek
Eloquent and appropriate
For one such as this
Hayden Orpheum Picture Palace, Sydney

Sailor’s warning

Most exquisite sign
Illuminates the sky
Storm charges by
Bones rejoining

Her showering peace
Taunting me
Playing partners
Lightning smile dawning

Thunder rumble
Through my veins
Wayward glances
Broken sighs yawning

Her stage circumference
Straddle far horizons
All I see in front of me
I hold each waking morning