Oh for a yesterday
when moments of lavishly ripe
excitement flew over
distance in high hope and made
new horizons glorious.
Where rich and expectant, love
scribed a metaphor,
when readiness was enough to
shine on dual futures

Nothing then but tides of daily
close contact ebbed
and flowed while need climbed
to unexplored shores.
Where a well-planned vacation
waited delayed and
waves of impatience broke into
action as passion rose.

Oh for the yesterday
when racing we sped away from
any fixed moorings,
left tracks of habit and sailed our
own secret galaxy.
We thought reaching land would
make life fantastic
yet implacable fate had its hand
in our plans for sure.

Two stars plied, without fanfare
love's clandestine notes,
laughed at the true prospect of  
two planets colliding.    
But past became abscent by loss
of tomorrows when
death threw chance over-board    
of change taking effect.

Oh for one more yesterday.

Facing It.

Lonely black places engulfing the mind
in caverns of glistening fear.
Phantoms arising from pleasanter times
tauntingly whisper his name in my ear.

Afraid of seeing that smile in my dreams
willingly I lie awake.
Facing relentless ticking of clock keeps
me clocking minutes for sanity's sake.

Ducking below lonely duvet once more,
with broken resolve it is plain.
Sobs fill the space of what life has in store
which will undeniably not be the same.

Words sit in succession inside my head,
spelling clearly the fact he is gone.
But half-empty cupboards untidily left
beg me soon to dry tears and move on.

Will We ..........?

When we, this mortal shell let go,
shake off fleshly crust,
grow in freedom and exult in new
stature of the unseen............
When our journey extends to scenes
where spirit speaks louder
than any known sound when begins
heaven's composure to feel........
When preparation for some further
assignment is faced may
we calmly accept what is given and
quietly wear a new coat.
When we by adopting the fluxuous
universe find different
notions of sharing in multiples see
best in harmony then
as knowledge of otherness breaks
cover, will we rebel........ ?
When found our breath in music of
spheres as alternative
voice learning new parts and living
perhaps in feather or fur
will we remember who we once were
or be happy just to forget....... ?

Under- Staffed.


Heavy with deepest deep sleep
he feels layers begin to un-zip, one by bleary one
and dipped head under the sheets.

Aware of small moving feet creeping away
he starts a hazy ascent but finds another quick
fit of dozing making him stay.

Too early he knows he leaves dreams half done
and grieves battles half-fought which had to be won
but once awakened chores have begun.

He wearily raises sleep-held lids to see standing,
wide-eyed and still night attired, his kids with tray
holding biscuits and milk scarily balanced.

Three little grins singing loudly as planned a great
"Appy Buffdy" and though childishly done his heart
swells as with pride he accepts his fate.

Love is a single Dad doing his under-staffed best.

Love's Glass.

Brimming with tender touches prepared is our love-cup.
Thirst will quench deeper now golden nectar runs clear.
Not to waste any in sips I intend to tip love's glass up.
Swallowing passion to dregs will get rid of felt fear.
A satisfied palate ensures heady freedom is near.

Love never tastes bitter taken eagerly, appetite's draught
Refreshes the soul for absorbed love's wine emboldens.
Gently sweetened I feel ready for honeyed love-crafts.
Tasting I imbibe ambrosial amour as need takes hold.
Drunk to the full I embrace the life love will control

Time
like a river flows it's way
end-wards.
Months
hang suspended like clothes
on a line.
Days
close tight together hazily
blending.
Smiles
without happenings lag far
behind.

Holed
with an emptiness moments
revert.
Memory
without laughter cools to a
gel.
Hollowness
will flow to a standstill from
thirst.
Waiting
and missing are words I know
well.

Finding some way to lighten is
what I must do.
Unaccountably heavy is time
without you.