Moment spins

candy colour,

 

painted dawn:

 

life is spawned:

an algorithm

 

of ‘’want’’

 

dark striated

river, never lies:

 

today a breath

hint of gold,

 

warm breeze

caresses field

 

blows the spring

back to me.

Maybe tomorrow

there’ll be

 

more ‘’life’’ in me.

 

Like the moth

who aches all winter

 

craving heat,

battering my window

 

for release:

 

although the ice

has formed

 

thin crystals on

my heart,

 

maybe the sea

will wash away

 

all weariness,

the swish of tide

 

beneath my feet

will turn to spring flood

 

a new year

a new form.

 

 

 

Shaft of light

mirage:

 

we who are only

human, see ghosts:

 

where there

are none.

 

Fragile, sentient

mirage of love

 

overtakes.

 

Venus rises

mocking:

 

new moon

fixes hope.

 

We love only

in the dark

 

blood filled

cavity of heart

 

where madness

drowns us.

 

Earth curve

new morning

 

arc of flight’s

white fleshed

 

arrow

 

whimsical

like desire.

 

You talk of love

I listen:

 

love falls short

of destination

 

a journey to

a country

 

which has

no name;

 

net of’ ’being’’

interlocked

 

connection:

arc of flight

 

promises

home.

You are love:

the earth’s coil

 

swallow’s flight,

a shooting star

 

on moonlit night.

 

You are love:

your heart

 

a pumping core

a molten message

 

from the Gods:

a butterfly

 

the colour of

a baby’s cry

 

a well so deep

you cannot see.

 

You are love:

open wide

 

your inner eye &

let the blind man

 

live.

 

Frost draws

tree leaf

 

empty sky

glows bright

 

apocalypse

sunrise.

 

Venus fades

from view

 

robin mutters

squirrels fly

 

why can’t I

why can’t I?

 

I follow

in my dream

 

leap from chasm

to living stream

 

I’m spirit

seeking spirit

 

let me in

just let me in.

 

Snow crystals

cling:  each one

 

separate:

as fragile as

 

this breath

 

I’m breathing

out,  you’re

 

breathing in.

 

We wake to

twilight

 

in this winter

world:

 

trees lie broken

by the storm

 

snow in melted

pockets

 

here Angels

forget to sing.

 

My dreams are

filled with plot lines

 

heroes’ songs,

a life perfected

 

in my head

to fall onto

 

an empty page

succour this barren

 

limbo

 

We wake to

twilight, trapped

 

in winter’s thrall

land is crisp

 

with hoar frost

& the neighbours

 

stove roars

like dragons.

 

Yet Iris peek

upon my table top

 

& promise

resurrection.

 

It’s hard to grasp

our theory

 

heart strings ping

like a young girl’s

 

fingers plucking

pale dawn.

 

This moment is

upon us:

 

ethereal breeze

sends us scent

 

of promise.

 

Complexity binds

our smile

 

a cat’s cradle

of knowledge.

 

I cannot call this

love:

 

more a marriage

of essence,

 

a Sufi delight

full throttle

 

Full moon roars

her winter storm

 

white powder

cleaves to eave

 

liquid crystallised

as stone

 

& the land moans

primeval fear.

 

Friday 13^th

a witch’s brew

 

ice & grit

life’s bones:

 

fox drops trace

on frozen path

 

sky’s glaring eye

a portent of rebirth

 

I pack a suitcase

for new dawn

 

& wait spring’s thaw.

We are the remaining

these walls bear witness

 

free fall of time

hangs on my shoulder

 

but I am laughing

at it now.

 

I won’t forget to remember

the lightning & the tears

 

all the love you brought me

this room this place.

 

Parrots fly across

shifting sky, the children

 

grown now, how could it be

we got so old although

 

my body still lies.

 

There’s freedom

in the morning

 

sunshine in the breeze.

 

What is it time

has taught me?

 

Life is hard &

love ain’t easy

 

I am the remaining

these walls bear witness

 

to my years.