High tide 
Midnight
Nod and smile
Eleven degrees

One hour past
I cannot last 
Curl and pray
Nine degrees

Two hours past
Play that song 
Warm my toes
All else is cold

Three hours past 
Sea escaping 
Life floundering
To be a hermit
Cold blooded 

Six hours at last
Dignity of light
Sounds of life
Hope restored

Because the night
Brings the day
Darkness saves
Gives way

To resurrect me

Thomas Wainewright Exhibit, TMAG.

‘Universally, most things are misunderstood. We are swimming in this…’

Charlie Parr

From State to State 
Better to great
Boundary closed
Came too late

Filling the void
Solace enjoyed
Twice seen reprise
Steadying voice

Stillness discern
Tis good to yearn
For pace and peace
As new life returns

Too fragile
To be touched 
Too delicate
To be pressed

Some are painted
Illustrated
Others possessed

Who can tell her this?

Knowing her life
Might only consist
Admired from afar
But never kissed

Would it crush her?

Breath of wind
Swell to rise
Ride in its crests
Rest in its folds
Rock gently to and fro
The ocean in me

Tenderness envelopes
Hidden glory
Untouched
Only revealed
By your light and warmth
Patience, spring is coming

A beautiful art exists
With card, paint and ink
Stunning prose, striking verse
Whale, woman and moon

In case of goodbyes
Parting silence
I hope, to not ever
Give to you

Thread through empty fingers
Softened in wrestless hands
Held open for warm bodies
Reasons to softly land

To love and keep on loving

Like hands held gently 
Our ties envelope us
Guard against the fray
Keep our fears at bay

Knit within the womb
Passing too soon
Creations a symbol
Of love for you