How lovely when
You bend my will
And I yours
Hold us still
Space that separates
Grows smaller
But no less
Beautiful
One can only
Hold the weight
Of one's own
But once we meet
Shelter surrounds
Us all
We grow into
The in between
For the weight of days
When you don't believe
Love's melodies
Dig up memories
Remind yourself
That we existed
For a time
Just like the movies
From wake to dream
Every thought captured
In a time capsule
To treasure unseen
Restore hope
For decades
Time well spent
Wandering aimlessly
Talking shamelessly
To the clear blue sky
At passersby
Whispering hello
And goodnight
Only one
Immortalised
With love
Strange how the music
Can say what lies inside
Better than own lips
Better still, silence
Reveals a sonnet
Of secrets
That moment between words
When the body speaks
To affirm or contradict
Knowing moves
Of safety
Alone with thoughts
On the edge of wild
Never live lonely
Affect writes thesis
Of sanity
Wondering brain waves
Sing on wind and wire
Telegraph of love
Words no limit
Of sound
Don't Stop.
Fingers curl
Firm and fine
Tender and strong
Curiously hide
Brushing away
Wounds of yesterday
Laughing reciting
Memories opening
Adventures in love
Happening upon
Fragrant finds
Drinking in senses
Rarities afew
Treasures abound
Waiting minute more
With you
Life clings to cracks
Liminal spaces
Hiding places
Reality abounds
On the edges
Beauty is born
Of age
Mirth is found
In the calm
After the storm
A fresh gust of reality
Bites hard against
The skin
Sea spray sand blasts
Smooth stones against
The rocks
Shells hollow and warm
Release life amidst
The storm
Taken by wind or strike
Lofty feathers fly in
The heat
Still ruffled by strife
Tending precious ones
The heart
Decades dedicated two
So few remained
The start
Every time is new again
With you
Deeper still calling
Come in
The way is unknown
Tides swell and recede
With the mood
Horizon is hidden
Come away
How far does it go?
Bid well the shallows
Into the blue
With you
Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend
Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept
As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet
Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat
“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”
F Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby, 1925.
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