This old love

All things an old growth love will do
Give shelter from driving winds
Hail and smothering snow
Hide a sapling in the shade and force it up on show
Insubstantial frame
Prone to bend, bleed and burn
Undiscerning firestorm
One in one hundred flood
Innocent marsupials breeding
Forest elder tends young
The canopy maturing
Channeling the pure sweet rain
Into tendrils for feeding
Look up wonder and observe
Generations time laid bare
Tender skin of wood
Precious to the earth
And all our cares

Hearth stone

Are you guarded
Do you tread lightly?
Would you rather fly
Than be grounded
Forever seeking freedom
Are there threads
Caught between you
Lovers never left behind
Ripples gather round
Only light cast for miles
To reflect beauty
To passersby
Are you high above?
I burn below slowly
Keep heavy hearth stone
Warm if ever you might
Land beside me

Spectacle

If one can find the doorway
That leads into the zone
Where friendships rise
Past loves hide
No one's on their own
Invite as many people
In your life
As it could hold
Keep the journey secret
Don't tell them where it goes
In a quiet corner there
I'll watch the spectacle
With joy and jubilation
To bring life into my home

Lights out

Lights out
Across treelined
Contour lines
Iridescence glow
Whites of eyes
No TV screen
Pins of light come out
Across sky canopy ceiling
Hands slip round sides
Holding gently sigh
Head falls forward
Cradled in nape
My nightly escape
Panorama backlit
By swell of moonrise
Stage is ours alone
Close your eyes
We are home

Love like

A run away thought train

I feel like a planet falling into a black hole around you. In a good way. Swallowed up by gravity. It flattens me. I submit to it.

Your smile when you look at me is the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

Only to hear you talk so I can press record in my mind and have something to replay on the gray days of my life.

I give you my best thoughts and that is like an eternal hand holding.
Evandale, lutruwita / Tasmania