The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve And build a love within Within itself – where solitude Is clearer than the day And yet – when night-time lends itself It’s more than what’s portrayed In mirror – one’s reflection sought Is hindsight in one’s soul That … Continue reading Young men
My willow wept for many souls That could not speak or reach To heaven’s hand - a sight (unseen) Yet let it be beseeched The bird spoke of a morning Overwhelmed – (so many thought) And when it woke the sunshine burnt The few (by heart) - they caught The few (by heart) they caught … Continue reading what matters
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or where I will smell the salt air exclaiming; so long to bewildering scenes of why declaring; yes, we share in the lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled
What is it they say? It never rains in Southern California? Well, I'm here to tell you the same's true of the Gold Coast, on the south-east coast of Queensland. They say it's beautiful one day, perfect the next. I think it's just bone-dry Except that the farmers end up in drought as 80% of … Continue reading Cosmofunnel V – thoughts
A hand reached out in time of need, Like rain in time of drought. Fingers interlaced, accede, Like a bud that blooms from planted seed. A hand reached out, come what may, Empathy one need not borrow. Transfixed, like hand in glove, to stay, Ne'er for this love, in time, away. A hand reached out, no … Continue reading true love
