Waiting makes space 
For creative spark 
To fan and flame
Give off light and heat
To frozen hands
Weary feet
Drenched habit
Vital retreat

A tender corner of the world 
Inhabited by lovers and caregivers
Giving out of lack
Receiving their own back

A golden hue and fiery brew
Embarking on journeys
Such as this

Magnetic pulse pointing 
Spinning like crazy
At the turn of a hand
Avoid touching land

Fog blares a sounding
Passage horizon hazy
Whispers, screaming 
Go slow.

Twenty knot limit
Cross the bight
Twenty two miles
Following seas

Missed the turn 
Secured to shore
Held by wild hands
Van Dieman's Land

To fair winds
Flooding rains
Mistress lack
Wives turn back

Willing friends
Ragged mountains
Carved centuries
Paid in threes

Marriage of land and sea

There are no words for the void
Caused to absorb
The impact, a black hole
Colliding with our world

All wisdom won is sung from opening lines
Space, the final frontier
These are the voyages of love's warning signs

Lion roars and shadows me with its paw
Keeps out the beggars and bruisers
Its luscious mane restores 
Hope in universal humankind
And all its flaws

None can replace another
Each deliberately one and only
Let me bask in your beauty
A new green shoot
Sending liquid love through my courses
There is no shorthand for miss

When you go, shall I wait?
Will they mock me in the street? 
Laugh in my wake?
Will I care?
Do I dare?

Own arms are given to cradle the emptiness
Own fingers given to tap on face, neck and hands
Soothe the fate of their ill wills
Strengthen my resolve and still
My heart, hear it beat.

‘I am woman, hear me roar‘

If love is silent
I wish not to hear
Wrap me in its stillness
Bind me in peace

If love is a gong
I wish to strike it
Let it resonate through
Sound in its waves

If love lies dormant
I wish to sleep idly
Cocoon me in its blanket
Curl in its cave

If love is a baby
I wish to cradle it
Adopt and embrace
Nourish its bones

If love is a frail hand
I wish to nurse it
Revere and restore
Still all its groans

If love were a fruit
I wish to preserve it
Ration over winter 
Share at the feast

What if love is me

'Some days her shape in the doorway
Will speak to me
A bird's wing on the window
Sometimes I'll hear her when she's sleeping
Her fever dream
A language on her face
I want your flowers like babies want God's love
Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Some days, like rain on the doorstep
She'll cover me
With grace in all she offers
Sometimes I'd like just to ask her
What honest words
She can't afford to say, like
I want your flowers like babies want God's love.'

Song: Fever Dream, Iron and Wine.
Lyrics by Samuel Ervin Beam.

If you feel too much
How long can you hold fast
Before your heart grows
Weary
How long can you take in
Before you let go?

Drinking in
Until who knows when

Sinking in
To nourish your core

Swollen stem
The sweetness grows
To always want for more

Sees and hears
Knows and reveres
Just as you are

Holds and cares
Gives and shares
Just as you are

Waits and seeks
Proud and meek
Just as you are

Shores and keeps
Laughs and weeps
Just as you are

Speaks and feels
Hides and reveals
Just as you are

Every time I weave the words
Another part of me
Unravels

Love if you can
Use words if necessary

‘Being in love is often disabling’

– Charlie Parr