To bear Not to blame Open the gates Running away Pointing star Toward the void Seemingly endless Space between us In the silence Flag flying Falls and furls To the ground Fences down She crosses over Settlers land Like she always did On Bruny Island Feet tread lightly Lately leaders Learn to follow Across fallow fields On her heels Cotton wool covering Envelopes the sky Carpeted canopy Of green lay over Caress of waves lap At the edges This is her land Forever
Solid star hovering over Posing in greyness Striking through deliberate Claiming the pinnacle Peak most tender point Baring nerve endings Of the mountain Changeable in season Day and hour Unpredictable Never tire of watching Waiting to draw curtain From mist and storm Evaporating One day lost from Following twisting paths Do we never leave Sea level again? How to find you now Not knowing the place Like the back of my hand Hiding in the crevices Waiting for help at hand Sea legs cave under me Used to bouyancy Not the heavy hand Of altitude Beckoning voice Reckons waypoints Would never be reached To begin with
Apathy betrays me on regular bases So long steaming upriver Now tidal flow pushes back Downstream to ocean Where were we going Into heart of darkness? Comrades join in singing Whistling through evergreen Sleepy villages lie Smoking signals Green leaf envy Flying high the sos Invisible by night Jungle hearth glows bright Still no competing With our cumulative Night lights No spreading of anything When living beyond The fringe of existence Life abounds on the edges A catalyst for hiding minds To grow and light fires Just to stay alive This is the way to meditate With a flicker in the eye
In the hey daze they believed Love is all you need Offspring of starched Apron generation A leaf out of a book Cruel to be kind Post migration Preceded by a silent - Exclamation -
All we see is HMV Flapper dress hair Glitz and flare Through movies eyes We hypnotize My conflagration Of X, Y's, Z's and I Digital pinnacle to climb Steadily insisting We are living in Unprecented times This is my generation
Seeking inspiration With glowing eyes Yet the sweetest find Is in your smile
Placing one pair Of bird watching Binoculars Inside the cap Of a navy hat The dichotomy Of my life In a cardboard box To move again Another new start This one makes ten
I recall the power Of words And silence Both can make You laugh Or cry Both can be used As weapons Or protection
So I look keenly Through looking glass At feathered friends Deserving our attention
While hiding away To collect Dust and mites Gold braid Felt and thread That hold together Memories Of a time When men were blind
If only I understood That my words Held power Over you I would use it For good To say only I love you If I could
Count the stars of heaven 