I gaze up at the sky:
all day cast in shades of blue
as clouds move in harmony
when night shades of darkness
etch textured moonlight watching
in the wake of this passing day.

I think of you in nautical miles:
for in whatever distance we are
we share the same sky
over a smooth or rough sea
reflecting the same drops of water
in hues of blue in my imagination
forming you on the horizon.

It is then I listen out
in the solitude of my room:
some times in the same dark
some times in the same light
for the still sound of your voice
for the plain sight of your smile.

Tobias

I imagine the sound of your
voice, the words you spoke
of love that linger  echoing
in my quiet corners of time.

I miss you in the sense
that separate from you
I am no longer whole:
only part of a poem
sketched in the sky, forming
for your eyes only to read.  

I am not of the passionate kind:
I love too softly, too shyly,
mostly a  little too deeply.
Still: soothed by touches of your
remote hands - I rest content.

Tobias

If words were water
I’d never drown
but float wave on
wave of them
over stormy seas
to  you my only
certain landfall.

There to cascade
into a pure  haven
of heart’s desire,
safe under shade
of your protecting
wings my words
will flow to tell
the endless tides
of ageless time
I am in love
with you as
long as our
hearts beat.

Tobias

Whatever distance
my mind and body
travels in time,  
journey’s end
is us united
in the same
sacred place.  
There, in our
loving hearts
where our eyes
magnetically met.
From here on,
our souls
twinned as one.
We fell  in love
far longer than
a lifetime’s span
forever bonded
fixed for eternity.

Osiris

Whatever the distance
my mind and body
travels in time,  
journey’s end
is us united
in the same
sacred place
where it began.  
There, twinned
loving hearts
where our eyes
met magnetically.
From here on,
our souls are
twinned as one.
We fell  in love
destined to last
far longer than
a lifetime’s span.
Fixed for eternity.

Osiris

You  etch  your
words upon my heart:
in pure white light
I read them.
  
I sip the nectar
of your pure
spoken sincerity.

I breathe in your
warm compassion.

I touch the tender rays
of infinite white light.
    
You meet me in the space
between your words.
Together  we talk
and walk on sacred ground.

Tobias

April will be remembered
as truly the cruellest month.
Deep in careless slumber,
we woke up in dismay.
Centre Parcs no longer magical
Paris no longer romantic.
The Big Apple confounded
China’s Great Wall breached,
Mecca’s Kaballah pilgrims bereft.
We dig deep into politician’s lies
in hope of finding the truth.
Overnight the vulnerable elderly
are locked-in social-distance lepers
all acts of affection to them denied.
Winnowed they will be
our mature corn as chaff
while good and bad
find no partition.

Tobias