Well may we adore
An open book
A bird's song
A flower in spring
More than anything
To find a love
Where hope's restored
Is worth well more
Than all above
All above
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The Secret Garden
For many years I pondered
What was behind ivy wall
Sandstone thick quarried
From ancient hill, the one
I gazed upon until my lids
Grew heavy with waiting
For dreams to come
Keys thrust upon me to open
Hulking oak door with bolt
Chamber rusted shut
Determined to make a home
Surrounded by eucalypts
For good cover from
The elements soaking into
My pores
Heaven scent aroma of cineol opens my eyes
Brighter to adore
Walled garden no secret anymore
For before me lies the vast
Hills and plains of freedom
And realise it was I who was contained in my own
Secret garden all this time
Sights
So many sights never to see
Hands entwined
River running free
Stones throw, skip in whirls
Wake cascade, eddies gurgle
Toes twirl as if they know
The sight of whom
A giddy girl
Gravitas
Weight of the world lifts
From the shoulders of those
Who dare not compare
Themselves by status
But by the seasons of life
They have truly lived
Make a wish
The brink of daylight
Sounds emanate to arouse
Stirrings of the heart
Follow
Long row of fairy lights
Illuminating the way
One more lit
Along the path
One less trip
In the darkness
Close
Tis true
I love her like
No one else
No one else's
Likeness is
Anywhere close
Sweet parting
Begets yet another
Dearest meeting
Mayfair
May you keep sweet company
In these silver lined years
Peach tea horizons swept
Out to golden sea
May your mind sing songs
From your youth on repeat
As lines and marks of years
Trace exposed memories
May photographs long loved
Adorn cracked mended mantle
Carrying the weight of love
As much as you can handle
May flowers through seasons
Line paths you daily tread
Colours, changes, reason
May put us in good stead
Count the stars of heaven 