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 … Continue reading Cherry blossom
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 … Continue reading She came but in an afternoon
It came but in a whisper like a gentle moonlight swim It left behind epiphany a spring-tide seen within Outside a stranger world berates with anger in its veins Inside a softer world creates and cherishes the same A lived-in warmth of feelings leaves strength with those who share The summer's sense of malcontent replaced … Continue reading In a whisper
If one can sense a time (beyond) one soon will move toward if one can silence thoughts (held strong) one soon will journey forward If one can know when others fall and suppress intent to think and yet (in time) be clearer still and pen the page with ink The ink will tell how others … Continue reading If one can sense a time beyond
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
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