Awake to wind
whistling
Real wind battering

An old lover
overdue
Welcomed back home

wee song-birds song
in time and eternity.
A poet;
of the highest order.
Hiding in the cleft
of her lovers heart.

Winters pendulum heavy with sky
dark
Swings slowly to its optimum
strength
Scything through all the Stars
clean

wind hits hard and constant
had to batten down
ride it out
snuggle in

coldness on the skin;
touched from the furthest
of outer space

scrabbling for words
the spirit world
takes me to her breast

I slip slide down the silver side of the Moon
run backwards through forgotten memories
worship the Sun with a sun dance, reeling
from the heat in my head and howling at the Moon
Who passes through the night unconcerned

Larks have stopped their singing
and the geese begin to gather
still heat from the Sun comes down
while stillness is a palpable entity
commands all to be quiet in waiting
waiting for the onslaught of winter
felt in the last chilled nights of summer
the silence of larks and the gathering of geese

the blue sea is dissolving
misting into the sky
sea-shrouding our island
white ghost in the waves

I see a sunset in the west,
The fishes and turtles under the ocean take their rest,
Palm trees here and there;
The sun is fading in the air.

Royal-blue waves crashing in motion,
A sea turtle peeps up out of the ocean,
The sunset bears shades of red and gold;
Colours so vivid and bold!

The sunrays slant under the bay,
It's nearly the end of a beautiful day,
The sun slants under the sea;
This place is so dear to me!

Four palm trees on a high cliff,
I breathe in the salty-sea all in a surprised sniff,
I heave a sigh;
While on the beautiful island I lie.

One cliff and another one in the distance I see,
What a beautiful treasure to see is the pretty sea,
So beautiful is the day;
No wonder people call this beautiful place Turtle Bay!

*~Marian~