The salty sea understands Vast unbounded loneliness Despite surrounded by Bountiful land Fringed with company Immersed in memories Exuding calmest thought Her placid shores Lap at my feet Spurring me on
What say you? Shall we dance at noon? Sit amidst the Silvereye's Playground of golden limbs Crumbs picked off tables Sparring with families Wrens and yellow-throated Honeyeaters, whose plumage Blends beautifully In the dappled grove Of Autumn
Telling tall stories Interspersed with gluttonous Bursts of jam packed lips Licked clean with cream Tales of loves lost and found A local muse renown As fallen leaves we pine For far away spring Fawning
Need not be a bad thing Laying eyes upon the world Though one absent Arousing beauty within A momentary glimpse An hour, a day What of it? It plays over Again endless Pictures of you Parade through chaos Marching bands Entwining hands Only mine at twilight
Count the stars of heaven 