just when a ‘we’ becomes ill-defined we look up to the valley and down to the sky just when an ‘us’ hides behind a facade we look behind the horizon and beyond the yard and we find a ‘why’ and a ‘what’ and a ‘when’ and a ‘how’ as we stumble and fumble to reach […]
Tag: relationships
Absolution
I walk beyond the fatal shore to see what gaze can bring and dance like a disciple rescued by the leader’s ring will he answer all my prayers and welcome me to home and be the man I always hoped would save me from alone the wind howls in the morning mist and hollers strident […]
To the sea
I stand above the solemn fieldwhere strangers come to seewhatever shall be wishing forin news endowed to thee I walk beside the strangest beachwhere friends of all kinds walkand then I dance the dance, so dearbut cannot talk the talk But ever shall we wonderwhatever could have beenif only I had held your handif only I had […]
Ne’er to go
The wind shakes – the ground breaks – your eyes wake and blink a joyful string your baggage light delight in spring and build create God’s guild love, laugh then chide – before I lose my alibi I reached the wall – a no-through road – yet in your arms I fell […]
what makes one a fairy
what makes one a fairy give her a hedge to hide behind bring lightning and the strongest fragrance and she will have taller feet – longer arms and bigger hands and delve into the Never-never-land a playmate remains a little girl travelling to the evening star by horse and carriage ride – abandoning reality […]
the storm
What can I see when I say I can do and the bird in the tree reminds me of you and the little lake ponders and paddles and pants and the stars in the sky over yonder way land speak to the children who chide in the snow and the sleet turns to […]
Wild days
Oh but for those wild days Where the yardarm greets the sun I could abate the little bird And be the only one Who stands upon a portal And sings upon a rock Who nestles in the silent night Walking to the expanse of the dock Why jump; one thinks and ponders Why […]
Seven seas
I dance to the windswept scent of the flower bed that’s blooming and walk to the sundrenched colour of the bottle-brush in Spring. I run to the overarching weakness of the sunshine fading and lie next to the smell of baby milk that is the stunning bosom, bearing. I sleep to the suppressed reality of […]
More than myself
Can I create more than myself And if I can, must I? Is livelihood (like solitude) About to pass me by? At times we associate With a view – a sight to see A sense of fatal curfew – Of our own mortality Can I build a house to share – Must I share it […]
Milk and butter
The evening storm The morning sun The shining Summer – burning Fire red As ice is blue The cold wind isn’t learning That flowers bloom From buds of Spring Like Autumn leaves of colour With startling sense – Emulsified – Like blending full cream milk With melting butter. What dreams may come What loss I […]
sensualism 