The day blossoms
with a thousand
clouds drifting by.
Each different
from the other.
The lights of years
past, and years
still to come.
A place we once stood.
And death, was never
the end of it.
Come with me,
and see the flowers
in this painful world.

Your sounds exploding,
costumed with a cape.
Outside, a first
light dog bark
A clarion call for
a blue rimmed sun.
No matter how old,
the first sight of you –
this is my empire.

I reach into the
palm of your soul.
Dead center and
a decade dead.
But still feel your
eyes travelling.
The flames of
our love fighting on.
Forgive me my love,
for my freedom
and this sad tenderness.
Let me come to be
happy, in your silence.

The spring has gone,
the summer’s come.
And yet, still
a sad winter tide.
Broken by the rain
and turned to spray.
 
My thoughts wander far.
A pebble beach in Spain,
seeking new taste
and texture.
And sighing, I submit….
under the hot sun.

Left in my lonely plight,
the autumn moon
shall measure out my life.
Unless once more,
there is speech and
breath between us.
And I can taste the
rain from your lips.
A soul like dew
against my skin.
Holding its shape,
from our mouths to heaven.

 
Slipping sideways,
this summer night
whistles it’s message.
To the blue mountains
I should retreat.
My lover’s gone,
but still, I have my good name –
and the crowing of a poet.
Yet still with memory’s ear,
blossoms droop and die.
I never can forget.

 
I remember, I remember,
a spirit in feathers then.
All life and fortune made.
 
The night and fog came,
a dim-discerned earth.
So ends the old love-song.

 
A warm heart
the arms
hold.
Yet, all
around
a sea
of faces,
out of
time
and passion.
Enough to
start
my death
defying leap.
Without
mistaking anything.
Knowing not
its birth
nor death to be.
Only the
love of
a sensitive
witness.
Speaking
for itself,
and a life’s spirit.

 

 
A grim garden growing,
no afterglow.
Tasmanian devil clouds…
watching the silver moon sail.
A graveyard of life,
fires and dead ashes.
 
Beyond the dark trees,
a single flower
blooms in winters grip.
It’s root and fruit joyful of living,  
a fragrance of new hope.
And peace in the shadows.

Shatter the setting sun
and the boisterous moon.
Side by side in the same bed.
But always, the dawn
will come, like the pines
and birds in your soul.

A ancient secret covered
by palm leaves, now out
with a flourish of bugles.
And saluting an honest skull,
and a life of ten thousand
feathers flapping in the wind.

No longer caught between
sadness and the sea,
I ponder you – calm inside me.
Until our hearts whisper,
and I am sleeping in your soul
…..once again.