To others there is sunshineto me all there is is but a cloudthey sense happiness and joy surrounds themyet all I sense is but a shroud I pull you in beside meyou move further still – you move awayyou tell me our moment will not comeothers declare their moment is today I may as well […]
Month: December 2021
Cherry blossom
Hours past since he had written words as sweet as sunshine – a cherry blossom shared between two lovers safe in bed – opening the wonder of a world distraught with pain That pain had stayed away from their ‘Juliet’ – the balcony beside the doorway by the window in the sun – a sense […]
Inside
He travelled far and near with herto ranges and the ‘hoodhe asked for simple things from lifeand special things he couldThey spoke of places they had beenand some they’d yet to straythey spoke of milk and honey – yes – they spoke of yesterdayTheir fingers clasped – their bodies touchedtheir eyes drew sweet surpriseas tender […]
The dirt beneath the sand
And when the sun stopped shining and the darkness bore a whole he wandered off – and when alone he’d ponder of the soul For without – would thought return or philosophy withdraw or walk the road less travelled on or fall beneath the floor The floor that opened when least expected and when least […]
Lucy’s star
It cannot be that I can see what others try to hide I will not let that I’ll upset until you lie beside For what is far and far beyond tomorrow claims to be Today I feign for what I aim is lucid in my dreams Gaze toward the far horizon – I hear the […]
No-one
Those who are a someone Count within their soul The need to reach a further star Than that which counts the whole Yet those defined as no-one May lay their soul to see And relish in their standing Throughout eternity
Anew
As the new became a place of passion and desire – the feather on the finger tip – the embers of the fire The desert’s grass as lush and green as kikuyu in the summer as picturesque perfection grew – white lilies from the mire But ever and for always thus subsumed by new surrounds […]
Rome is burning
Our own backyard is falling without knowledge or despair the water level’s rising our days – beyond repair Sensual our wisdom – no rationale – there is no need one sees a changed reflection as the afternoon recedes It’s like we sleep as change is made and we say; just go ahead we sit still […]
She came but in an afternoon
She came but in an afternoon and stayed until the dawn and looked like a rose by ‘nother name with passion well restored She came but in an afternoon – the curtain drawn discreetly and shared her wonder and her thoughts a heartbeat shared completely She came but in an afternoon unknowingly to me and […]
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