the trees like
iron masts
ships of steel,
the leaves,
whirring and circling,
scattering the shadows of
the dark lanes
with their golden inks.

moon of mist
and blue-edged
cloud,

bends to the floor,

as if the skies
dreamt
of slumbering streams.

it starts to grow cold
night unwraps stars
and amber moons,
the stream sings
with its silver-throated joys
and dreams of the skies
with their beautiful
dark
sorrows.

night melts her leaves
on the winds
carrying the cloudy
scurry of the sky
to the cindery lanes.

i saw a white hart in
a wood,
gorgeous before the
night he stood,
delicate, like a pearl,
wild and untamed,
a graceful flower
of the breeze
where autumn leaves
drowned their
sorrows in mossy
streams,
as surreal as stars
melting their blue
in september seas.

the moon glows brightly
her corners smudged
at the edges,

night drinks from a holy well,
a cavernous black sinks
into the dark lakes of the skies,

sinks further and further
autumn is awakening
loosening her hair
that falls in a golden net,

the first leaves crackle
in smokey knots,

sink beneath
the honeys of an
autumn sky,

lost in the woods
that start to trickle in a
stream of fiery gold
from branch to floor,
where the stars
still sing of the last spells
of summer.

the river longs for the sea,
stars like blue arcs,
ghostly voices
hum on the breeze,
the flowers of
the night
blossom in the starlight,
the air seems to soften
and clouds drift and drift,
puddles of grey inks with
even greyer moods.

the sea and its ghosts,
water falling,
clouds like peaceful
monasteries,
somewhere beyond.

stars weeping their golds,
the tide whispering
in shadowy pools,
accepting our love.

i loved you the way
i believed summer
would melt,
fell into your arms
the way i could only
ever fall with you.

love, blue passions
spiralling into the night.

we carve ourselves out
of emptiness,
drift where the moon
wanders into the night.

there are no dead leaves,
summer lingers in
the trees, splashes
pools of golden moon
onto the floor.

i can hear your heart-beat,
so soft, so beautiful
that the night whispers
sweet songs to the sky.

poetry flowing
scattering its joy
and sorrows.

as dark eyes close
the harbour
waits for the moon
to unlock
its hidden silence.

wrapped beneath
september stars
a ghost that watches
where the water
drifts.

shadows on the water,
locks of hair in pendants,
love still remembered
though the tide is now
withered like summer grass.

golden streams of sun
sink, unwrap, dance,
melt into the trees
like honeycomb,
silver the ground
with their tender warmth.
the day is dying but so gently
that the shadows can only lengthen
dreaming their dreams of the night.

dreams billowing
like breezes on a sail
flowing rivers
blue flowers
mysteries of the moon.

grey mists over the sea
desolate skies
dreams of the skies.

the whiteness of ghosts,
winter flowers,

songs of the night
falling through
the leaves,

the old dark ache
of the skies,

our love
naked in its seas.

the skies ebb and flow,

the unquenchable harmonics
of a lonely violin,

tenderness and flowers,
impressionism and ghosts,
layers of clouds rushing....

the brocades of the day
wrapping its skirts to
ankles that stride
like the wind.    

jealousy like
smouldering fire,
always wanting you
most.

cloud in the sky,
drifting, rose of
the skies, wanderer.

elation, wild heart,
sea of wild stars,
sea, incredible love.

winter sea, wilderness
and wild flowers,
stars burning the skies.

i am jealous
because all of my
love wants you,

i am jealous
because my beautiful
love wanted you,

kissing me in dreams,
sighing like a ghost,
like the waves of the sea i so love.

tonight i want the sea more
than your love, some days
my heart just longs to be wild.

tonight i will make you jealous
of the sea.

i loved you under a wandering star,
i loved you in the night,
love that would never fade,
love more gentle than all the stars,
love more gentle than the night.

streams of the stars
golden leaves
sinking in the fading light
dappled shadows
where the light drowns
its stones and unwraps
the sweetness of the night.

where love
is my jealousy,
where the moon
is a song of the dark,
where the moon is
me dreaming of you.

where the breeze blows
more softly than
a river flowing to the sea,
where my heart hums
its strangest melodies.

it was a warm night,
every inch
of my being
was devoured,
our fire was a dark
ocean, our
bodies could not
be controlled,
we breathed
as one,
wrapped arms
and legs and
could not get closer,
all the shadows of my
heart swept away,
every ghost shook
and trembled
and i knew only the tender
mist of your love.

the river flows into
the night,
stars parade,
ghosts of the air
chant strange songs,
the flowers once
spellbound
close with the breath
of the moon,
floating
i am a ghost too.

our love scattering
like the song of the dark,

we are within our
wind-blown castle walls
where wild roses ramble,

we can hear
the sea
its withering song
like voices from
the dead,

our hearts, misty
companions,
beckon to each other
no strangers
to the pulse of love.

the sun an arc of
flowering orange,
kiss me
as i have never been kissed.

the yellow pools
of the sun, mists
on a summer day,
moods like clouds,
my heart lifted in golds.

a fiery heart,
the beating sun,
summer’s ghosts burning
and a lonely petal falls from the rose.

the ghost of the moon,
a sky of dark oaks,
its blacks deep cauldrons
breaking like twigs underfoot
its blacks tragic horizons
where the clouds stretch and dissolve.

the sea in ribbons,
blue lands of the tide,
surreal as summer
with her plastic suns,
her moons of smoke,
her endless rivers.

summer became a blue
pool, the sky swept away
all its dark streams,
the tide wept at our happiness
and we could not bear to be apart.

waves breaking on the
rocks,
flowing away,
far, far away
where the birds
weave like gold rivers into the night.

the night frosted in silver,
shadows and moons,
iron ghosts stretching
into the darkness,
unravelling the song
of the tide.

we descend
untidy birds fallen
so low there is no song
of birds.

moonlight through
summer
leaves, a ripple
on a pond,
enchantment
smouldering.

the wind wrapping
the water into grey ghosts,
the darkness twisting
like a flower.

as lonely as the tide,
love is out of reach,
the perfections of the
waves with their
tangy blue airs
like liquid silks.

tide,
waves falling
in the darkness.

loving you until
the stars start to melt
in the sky.

carved
out of the rocks,
water sung and diving,

in currents moving quickly,
sinking wave,
sinking wave.

lapping waves
the kiss of the water
the fire of the sun.

i’m broken
the way every writer is
broken and the words fall
out of the cracks.

fragments of the moon,
watery night,
out of the darkness
a flower unfolds.

the wind whispers
to the shore
of blue grasses
and falling waves.
i love you so much
that i can’t wait to be with you,
to touch your hair,
to cover you in kisses
and drown in all your beautiful love,
know only the fierce fires,
the sweet, sweet, blowing tides
of your burning heart.

shadows and smoke,
the watery fires of the sun,
the sea whispering
of summer dreams,
gathering the
wilderness of the waves,
melting, melting…

dreams of the tide,
loneliness,
bold landscapes,
a breeze blowing roses.

gold as the sinking sun
the cloudy sea,
burnt to the colour of autumn leaves,
floods with blue.

jealous of dreams,
jealous of dreams,
jealous of dreams.

jealous of your legs,
jealous of your legs,
jealous of your legs.

***** for your love,
***** for your love,
***** for your love.



jealous of my love

jealous of my love,
jealous of my love,
jealous of my love.

jealous of my legs,
jealous of my legs,
jealous of my legs.

***** for my love,
***** for my love,
***** for my love.

the fires of an august sun,
the leaves a dream  
of shadows.

where the moon
is longing,
the tide is relentlessness
and love is
my jealousy of you.

the sea sings of
all my sadness,
i hear it in the waves that
beat relentlessly,
in the sky that dreams of softness,
in the sands that stretch like golden tides.