We travel, as though aware of the effect we have
Sometimes we arrive and the journey was smooth and content
Other times the way is rocky and we work to make our path clearer
And sometimes in our attempts to make things easier for ourselves we block another’s progress

This is how I was with you

I thought because of who I am that I could cause the ripples of the pond to be un-stilled
And I could call the dance that came

But it turned out that the choices were not mine to make
And now I must stand and watch a different journey run it’s course

In an ancient land where
Sun baked soil slips down to an endless azure sea
I spy a girl

She stares out across the silken foam and her eye
Descends upon a golden beach

Upon the thousand grains of sand
Timeless journeys have been told, back and forth across the years
To a time when a younger girl played on the seas edge
And dreamt of flight

Flight like Icarus ascending, but not to soar too high
But where she can
Dance upon the wings of air
As though nymphs playing in the breath of god

As today I walked through summer trees
I feel the taste of autumn upon the leaves

There was a sense of time in the breeze
That life was moving more quickly now
And soon the smell of September would start to please

The trees hold their summer fruit but when I return the golden hues will lie at my feet and will be carried by autumns rush

And in the rustle of drying leaves a creature will stir and look about, knowing that soon winters call will hold him short

And then once more as snow lies all about an anxious plant will appear to start once more this yearly race
And I shall feel it in winters air
As spring calls to me that now a new year will soon be here

Out on the Kazakh plains there is a place where
You once stood and saw his face
Though He a thousand miles away you looked upon him and saw the chance of escape

A journey taken, at first of hope where a chance moment or stolen word set the pace
Now lies ended in a foreign land and the thought of tomorrow must be filed away

But today you will return
To those grey walls and endless views
And quiet moments will once again become the norm

How I long for the sea,
The sound of a gull and the sea salt air
The discarded wrapper of late night fare
The feel of sand beneath my feet
And afternoon tea
In the late June heat

Alone on the hill at the edge of the night stood the Giordan  Lighthouse

Poised to mark safety for a wanderers travels
It once stood tall and strong in an azure sky
But now stands sterile in a troubled evening against stormy clouds

If you climb to reach its' peak
The land and sea lies stretched out and once a safe path would call your name

But time has eaten this away
And now
Safety
Is no more

Some mornings I wake from a kiss upon my lips

The kiss of a lover or the kiss of the morning sun

And when I feel that breath upon my lips I stir and look about

At times all I see is the light coming through my window and falling gently upon the bed

But at others I see your smile and I catch my reflection in your eye.  

My hands goes up to the back of your head and I pull you to me - to taste the sun upon your mouth