Surrendered, waving
Treading, breathing
Sun soaking
Tip toe parade

Sinking in, shedding
World swirls around us
Buzz swelling
Tip Pip calling...

"Well done"
Young ones
Allow yourself
To love again

Tight fisted furl
Crushed within itself
Fragile fingers bent in
Parting ways within

Dewy kiss of dawn
Wakened and reborn
Sinews of new life
Spring spine tingling knife

Iridescent form
Stand erect and yawn
A fertility carved charm held high
It breathes a spore sigh of indignity

Avoid taste or touch

May there never be another world war

An other world war

Another world

May there be a world where…

May there be a world

O daughters of Jerusalem... do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases. -Songs 8:4

In how many ways does it please?

From the morning song 
To the midday refrain
In the afternoon waving fronds
Till the light falls over Hathor's domain

Out of burgeoning earth
To the dreams of youth
The footfalls of hoof 
Resting bellies in grooves

Reminiscing night visions
Time travelling mind
Words cascading endlessly
From the scent of the pine

To the fruit of the womb
Spin of the loom
Bound touch of stories
The presence of rooms

Know how I feel about you.

Spending time telling, feeling
In case the world falls in
Taking words to treasure them
No worry or fear 
No words misplaced 
An idea, an embryo
Born into the light
Fell from lips
At an opportune time

For the longest time
Lived under a cloud
Knowing who I am
Knowing all you are

I dared not come
Stopped short of words
The face, the smile
The way you made cake and ate
The way you held your guitar, don't weep

Only pictures in the mind
Nothing gained or lost
Now the sky is clear
And the rain falls soft
It's time to grow wild
No effort to declare
Yes I do.

‘I look at you all
See the lover that’s sleeping’ – John, Paul, George & Ringo.

We are all enamoured
By your grace and beauty
A symphony of life 
Resting in plain sight

A kaleidoscope of colour
Infused in delicate wings
Spreading life and love
Reflecting light from above

What a cruel casualty
Of human curiosity 
To capture, to collect
To bruise within a net

Such trickery denies us
A glimpse of your glory 
In full flight of freedom
Unfolding your own story

The torment of lepidoptery
To love but not possess
To observe discreetly, amiss
Proclaim your beauty but resist...

Once upon a lifetime
A love hard fought and won
Is touched lightly by someone
Captured in memorium

Let love be a contagion
To bounce from eye to eye
To linger on lips long enough
To lift a wounded pride

Boundless and imagined
It roams so fancy free
While days and nights and limbs
Are lived in sound reality

So gentle are the feathers
Plucked for sense and reason's sake
We dive into our future, chill
Tread gently in love's wake

Wonder why

These words of time

Enfolded, embossed in memory cite

Are staved in silence – what else can we say?

New ways to sing no words replace

Hold strong to the ledge

Solid timbre

Huon pine engraved with scars of age

Lashings of yard lines measured secure

To the shore

Though storms berate

Seasons rust and fade

How long? Till the lines fray.

Before bushfire devours what is ours

Let us launch and collect the tattered sails

Set free on open seas

Where words are swept away on wind ‘n tide has final say

Until the moon is no more

We will float above the whitewash

And long for safe harbour no more.

To wonder where?