Like many others , the year has been difficult for me. The journey long and at times, I could not see an end. But, on this journey… some good souls came my way… like white knights in armour. They helped me address the fog.

Now, I know how things are…and what I want from life. I also know, how shadows can tremble… when you have good people and love behind you.

I wish you all, everyday… a happy new year 💐🎊🎉🙏

 
On this day,
no thoughts of loneliness.
Or the chaos
and hollow intent, I see.
Only of my journey,
through this transitory world.
And how a single flower
bloomed, to share
a loving kiss.

Another year,
pen in hand.
Still rising
from wild seas.
Open mouths
and clanging bells.
Now behind me.
And the dancing
slum lords, have
had their days.

A whale blows,
on new years morning.
As the last ferry
boat leaves,
for another shore.
On the highest
tide in history.
A radiance of
blue pines.
And a banner
proclaiming
your love.
Awaits my return
to your loving arms.

It should be a
perfect time for praising –
a freezing winter time.
There’s so little time.
But we are
in different times.
And some evil mothers.
Hold back their hands,
stopping time.
Just like mirth and humanity.
Far beyond their worth.
So, I deposit my laughing face.
And move on.

Nothing ends, some say.
Every tree and cloud,
remembers your life.
But I see clouds exploding,
and trees drummed in flesh.
One beat, a down beat.
No more than Batman,
without a cape.
So, I choose…..
not to be stripped
of morning light.
And a blue sun,
binding us both.

What has become of me?
The star that the season
passes by.

Under this silent bell,
should the poets sadness
be given to me?

I will take it gladly,
like a blanket in deep
mid-winter.

And then, the moments
labour is over.
With a flourish of trumpets.

Whispered words,
into the midnight mist.
Hopes locked away,
for a grand illusion.
Sweet dreams,
blasted by an old hue.
And temples,
now with doubt
and fading faith.
Yet, my love for you
sleeps beneath a bodhi tree.
Waiting in the wind,
hoping to be.

I gaze at your beauty.
Blue Sea fireflies shine.
And deposit my sad face –
weak for so long.

In this, my life returns.
To your tender touch,
and my softest sighs.
Lauding the time of our lives.

Time is winding down
to my freedom.
A chance to address
this dismal fog.

My passions,
from a northern soul.
Now a torrent
of thunder and a storm.

Alone, I have been
in this incarceration.
Each day a black veil.
Until only the birds
and I are left.

Yet, I was not
alone enough.
Some came to me.
Like ships,
to carry me along.

Then, a carol of victory.
Sparkling in a blue mist.
And for me,
singing of love.

A life force,
caressing my lips.
And telling me
of another time,
another place.
Beyond this
heaving laughter.

This grey prison
has finally delivered,
a calm emptiness.
A love that never dies.
To admire from a distance.
A drop into drop of plum rain.
Moist with new pleasure.

The spirits law,
a blend of dews
and evening firefly.
That now takes me away,
from this tattered isolation.
To spread on the
bare eastern sand.
A fragrance of great hope.
And the liberation of our souls

This grey prison
has finally delivered,
a calm emptiness.
A love that never dies.
To admire from a distance.
A drop into drop of plum rain.
Moist with new pleasure.

The spirits law,
a blend of dews
and evening firefly.
That now takes me away,
from this tattered isolation.
To spread on the
bare eastern sand.
A fragrance of great hope.
And the liberation of our souls