There was a story of Two loves One a great surveyor of landscapes Who beheld the ocean and firmament Over tea, toast and morning paper But obscured from mountain view
The other a lover of all things nautical Who beheld gondwanan mountain From a glimpse of kitchen window Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers From the bedroom
Each obscured from the one thing they loved So it was between them too
If seaside rocks could speak They'd tell us how the world was formed Should pelagic birds learn drawing Secrets of deep ocean revealed Might blossoms hum in tune with bees What merriment the sunshine brings
Incessant is the word for it. Thoughts come in such a way Made a home in vacant spaces in the brain Places erased when lifelong memories stormed out the door Happy inhabitant an apparition now skips across the floors Prepares coffee in my kitchen Sits beside each morn Far from me to give a cold shoulder - she is neither warm nor cold A presence embraced for fear emptiness consumes the light of morn
Let me be the furry friend That shares the end of bed Or maybe shiny shell Old fossil on your shelf A favoured recipe All smudged and stained with beer Or how 'bout a deciduous bush That flowers a month a year A portrait of a woman Whose eyes stare far beyond A tarnished penny on the sill You plucked from Nan's old pond Whatever dear, I beg of you I'd rather be a thing Than considered a potential Love, nigh despised by all who hear.
Heavy is the night Lays shadows on my walls Deep dark holes across the floor Captured all that's gone before Thoughts climb up and out To alight upon the morn Steady is the hand To carve a quiver to a quill Dip its nib into the will Paint pictures with words While the mind is sharp and still For prowl the hour of the wolf All that is gone is done All that is left is spent Thoughts like pennies drop Into a stream of consciousness Slumber returns as if she never left
Count the stars of heaven 