tastes are different
flavours develop
strip the outer
reveal another layer
through tears
joy awaits

I blame the moon.

Her sinuous rhythm
In tune-
You move to her
*****-
Her Face your Mirror.

My Gravity slips and
We tumble Cold
Into Space

JOIN THE DOTS

a universe
spread before her
she joins up the stars

creates
constellations
of her own making

here - The Pram /there - The Dolly
creates what she
wants to see

her Painting by Numbers
fallen on the floor
its orders ignored

a purple sky
with
yellow  trees

blue people
walking over
the Magenta Hills

a river
gurgles
in its sleep

her head
a splash of gold
poured upon her pillow

I, the guardian
of her dreams
gently kiss her

the morning eagerly
awaits
her presence

but now
sleep
bewitches her

she my fairy tale
made real
I believe in her

leave on tip toes
close the shhhhhh....
.......door

In dark times,
I'll follow the stars
from here to there,
arriving at my center
to trace my constellation.
If tonight is all I have,
I'll keep moving,
one with my shadow,
not knowing where this leads.
I'll cover new ground
when no one is watching
as stars align
to reveal a path through
the darkness toward
the bright spots ahead.
I'll take in the view,
under the stars
returning
the way I came.