Speaking to power
Attempts to still storms
With command of breath
No matter
Wind changes
Clouds part
If you wait
Long enough

Speaking to power
Attempts to still storms
With command of breath
No matter
Wind changes
Clouds part
If you wait
Long enough

You lit a fire
One night
Walked away
Let it blaze
Forgot to turn around
To put out the flames
So it rages
All this time
Should I not have
Fuelled its rise?
Smoke signals
Over horizon
Miles and years
From where you left
They say it's better
Clear the weeds
Let seeds burst
Another year

The greatest deed of self love
When in deleterious deficit
Simply to write one's thoughts and feelings
In a thousand different ways
Then set about, daily, to treaure it.

Strongest of morning
Nestled in pure silence
Gravitas draws down
Most poignant moment
Into my coffee cup
I dwell
Steamy thoughts fill
My nose, eyes, throat
Ravenous groan
Deep in cavernous want
Mind lifts up
Sun reddening stoic
Organ pipes above
A herald echoes
In conscious moment
Pulling me to wake
From cosy slumber
Of longing

Layers as filo pastry
Deliciously warmed
Under the same sun
Peel away while sleeping
New versions of ourselves
Quietly revealing
Still the same old, same old
Heaving, breathing
Precious burst illuminating
Memories slink across my face
In diamond cut wrinkles
Glitter all over the place

We crossed the bridge
Going different ways
Off on our own
Adventures
That we crossed paths
Sits with me
A trickling stream
Of memories and imagery
Floating away
Lightly, upon fallen leaves

Tell those friends
Their jokes
Don't make me laugh
Those men
With horses for hearts
So deep, deep
Without meaning
They only make me feel...

Lyric poem, An Unguarded Moment, by The Church.
Oh to be the one
Who can do no wrong
To see your face
Illuminated
Each time we meet
Rather than
Cloud nine dissolves
Thump upon landing
As you are gone
Sound of strings
Only soothes
I am not
The one for thee
An ode to be
Just me

Call of the waves
Brought me to this place
A pace of feet among the leaves
Different to cacophonic city streets
A humble blue Bumble bee
Sets down, curious, next to me
The out breath longer than the in
Around here
Sand between toes
Sweat beading on lips, chin and nose
Crickets sing in time with the breath
Or is it me
Stand tall posture
Like a tree
Ignore the planes roar above
Accept all that is
Between the earth, sky and sea


Daily she wakes
Greets the face
She chose long ago
Her own
