The night was like a jagged edge,



When the traveller arrived,



Shadows cutting into corners,



Where the light, was trying to hide.



Thunder reverberating like sheet metal,



Lightening quivering to the ground,



Spelling out prayers in the blackness.



Whilst the waves on the shore did pound.



The moon in communion with the night,



Telling stories to the seas,



As anxiety disturbing the oceans sleep,



Tossing and turning in turbulent breeze.



He entered the cave in silence,



Laid his prize onto the ground,



A waxen figure of immortality,



That could not make a sound.



He watched the waters foam,



Along the secret line of the spine,



Wishing he could prolong the bliss,



Before the sea proclaimed, it’s mine.



With human anguish the sea did roar,



And took the prize to it’s breast



The traveller exited his work now done,



Only unlike him,  the sea would not rest.

Harboring suspicions from blinded eyes,



Acid gurgles under sugary lies.



The stranger swaying dementedly to and fro,



On rocking chair thoughts, their mind on show.



How should you react when a dagger is drawn,



Neutral, or reveal a suspicion is born.



Eyeing the ranks of human heads,



Thoughts emerging from crumpled beds.



As you cannot see the source of the shot in the dark,



So you only hear the tune of the singing lark.



Consipiracy theories, click codes on the mouse,



As the snake coils into the empty house.



In an unreal life, nothing recognised,



A stranger lies, looking into a stranger’s eyes.



Steadily repeated stabs of deceptions,



From foundations, of fallacious conceptions.



Locked in a make believe play of doubt,



Interrogate the evidence, turn inside out.



Within delusory ink and pens that bite.



Making sulphuric phrases into tools of spite.



Elvis on the radio confirming your thought,



Suspicion in a tormented trap you are caught.



Eliminate subject and object, unravel the day



Anchor to a certainty and then drift away



For it has always been and will always be so,



A blind thought will return to the house of shadow.

Like a crushed petal, unbearably tender,
I walk the place where you were born.
Shadows now surrounding the ecstasy,
Of kisses lingering ‘til morn.
The space reflects now an innocent light,
Where we thought a lifetime arose,
Our lives filled with supernatural minutes,
Perfumed nights, naked flesh, we unfroze.
We were drunk under the spell of summer,
And in perpetual moments we captured,
All that was, and is, and ever could be,
From the moon to the stars enraptured.
We spoke of everything in the world,
Our subjects were only ever you and me,
Dizzy, bubbling, life’s blood streaming
A delirious passion, lasting eternity,
And now within this terracotta land,
Under blinding cerulean skies
My heart cries out to the cold cruel sea,
As minute by minute I die.

What a glorious, fabulous, wonderful  day,



Captured in memories, forever to stay.



The sun is winking at me, high in the sky,



The palm trees are waving, as I pass them by.



The birds are singing songs just for me,



And the river is babbling away to the sea.



All the dogs are wagging their fluffy tails,



A boat passes by and puffs out her sails.



The flowers bob their heads to say hello,



You cannot help but go with the flow.



The daisies are crazily paving  the lawns,



A sleepy lizard opens his mouth and yawns.



Silver fish are darting and jumping for joy



Honeybees too buzzy, no time to annoy.



Butterflies soar and flicker their wings



Cicadas tap dancing to their clickings.



Under a blanket of blue, I view the whole scene,



My heart pure bliss, my mind serene.



For there you are with the warmth of your smile,



And together in this day we can rest awhile.

In moonlight shadows, she awaits



As the air around her dissipates,



Pluming tendrils of smoke enfold,



Her body now numbed to hot or cold.



The silver disc moves one step to the left,



She eyes the sky, her feeling bereft.



He whispers from the lake, “where are you?



My all, my everything, you withdrew”.



Her footsteps hesitate once, then move,



Naked emotion she has to prove.



Immersed, submerged, underwater,



Once again, reliving the manslaughter.



And once more freed from the dreams,



Where she left him only hearing screams.

On a cloudless sunny day, last week,



I met a man who could not speak.



Yet he wanted to relate something to me,



So with pen and paper I began to see.







He had been walking, in a hidden grove, alongside a stream,



Full of all the beauty, that only nature’s gifts can dream.



He stopped by a fountain, to breathe in the sight,



The river sparkling a thousand diamonds, in the sunlight.



He was resting on a rock, when he heard music begin to play,



And he espied a nymph in the river, who started to dance and sway.



Her blond hair was covered, with morning glory flowers,



And sunlight bounced off her, cascading into showers.



As the naiad danced she splashed the diamonds into the air,



Then dove under the water, as if knowing he was there.



She emerged inside a whirlwind, impetuous with caprice,



Then disappeared upon a cloud, carried by a silken breeze.



The music then stopped playing, and the man was dumbstruck,



He had a vision of such loveliness, he could not believe his luck.



But from that day to this, he could not utter a word,



For the Nymph had stolen his voice, isn’t that absurd?

Once I understood the cry of the gull,



And why the hibiscus flowers for one day.



And I could sense the caterpillar’s anticipation



As he broke free from the cocoon in which he lay.



And I knew why the silkworm ate the mulberry tree,



And the tiger chose stripes instead of spots.



And I understood why the dolphin never sleeps,



And why the python tied himself in knots.



And I could speak the language of the honey bee



And converse with the grizzly bear



For I understood this infinite universe



And why I was here and not there.



But life takes away this deep comprehension



This understanding that we each have inside



Because when we try to comprehend as we are



We are all searching from the wrong side.

As sunlight fades earth’s rich brocade,
We follow the flight of the birds,
Past the emerald forest now in shade,
Our silence speaks a thousand words.
We climb up a ladder of blue cloud.
To sit on a moon edged roof,
Far away from the madding crowd.
Hearts filled with vibrating truth.
Our shadows dance in melodies of mist
We sit drifting through the circling stars.
Our souls tumbling, flying, when we kiss,
For this night only, heaven is ours.
A moment that ought to last forever,
Has come and gone before we know,
Our hearts which opened like flowers in spring,
Will become frosted, iced, with snow.
And the barks and crows and life jars
As the saffron sunrise fills the sky,
We linger with pearl drops in our eyes,
Then lift our hands to wave goodbye.

And when your world is feeling so low,



Think of a few things written below.



For each life lived, there is a yin and a yang,



And for each moon that’s cried, a sun has sang.



As storm clouds roll, natures fireworks show,



In muddy water, a lotus flower will grow,



After the hardest climb, you will see the best views,



And try to climb sometimes, in another ones shoes.



When darkness descends, the stars start to twinkle,



And for each new wisdom, maybe one more wrinkle.



Behind each grey cloud, the sun still shines



After a volcanic diatreme, come the diamond mines



In the depths of the ocean, a coral garden blooms,



Venus’s jealousy stained the lilys perfumes.



Inside a rust mound precious gold appears



And a deep freeze will bring snowflake tears.



It’s a yoyo life, with darkness and light,



Through each short day and each long night,

I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,



It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time



Amongst a tangle of knotted days.



In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,



And on the edge of awakeness,



In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,



I almost capture it.



But it hides like a viper in the grass,



Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.



Involuntarily my awareness,



Diminishes the power of the scream.



In the mirrors of eternity



I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.



But all I get is a hollow blankness,



My waking mind defies who I am!



I knock on the door of unconsciousness



Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,



Yet a barricade of steel like strength



Blocks my entrance.



I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,



Yet this primordial desire to search



Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.

And when through tears, I recount you,



The words will spill a waterfall of blue.



For you, Oh my dearest love, for you,



Are now the frothy blossoms on the trees



You, my heart, who brought me to my knees.



You the gentle breezes entering my room,



Around me, surround me, with your perfume.



Your voice whispers from the logs on the fire,



It sings, floats, enters me as a ghostly choir.



Now the clock beats lento, I yearn to see



You again, my all, please beckon to me.



You left me with a precious legacy of love,



I see you twinkling in the diamonds above,



You left me with such an eternity of pain,



Drowning, falling, spinning in the rain.



So for now, I will murmur this refrain



Until we meet again, Angel, until we meet again

Born unto this world



With opaque angelic eyes.



Crystalline soft air, you breathed,



Vibrating with life, as strings on a harp.



And in tinkling laughter and claps of hands,



Like a firefly you lit up the world.



In pure reflective light you shined,



As if a cluster of stars had been placed



Around you, and the world had



Magically conjured, your luminosity.



You were only a little sparrow.



Who was learning how to fly,



With the gentlest spirit and kindest eyes,



But you were all too human, a blazing candle,



Which this bitter, hard rock planet



Crumpled underfoot, and you melted,



Leaving, weeping waterfalls and stone



And the unchanging shadow of your smile.

Under a meridian moon,



That silvers the shroud of night,



My fingers map the contours of you.



And in this safe harbour of limbs



Two polar opposites conjoin.



Magnetic fields pulling us close



Navigating the other’s shores.



Taking me from valley to mountain,



Parallel lines now fused together



And the world bows down to us,



Our love bursts open like flowers in the sun.



And we float on tranquil waters



Light, so light, no orientation.



Motionless, trembling, helpless.



And within the tremulous radiance,



We return to scale.



From the zenith of my love,



I want to be a cartographer,



To represent a special concept.



And depict this phenomenon onto paper,



Giving you the legend and the key,



And draw you a map to the stars.

Each day she went to her garden, to look at him pass by



Her eyes unblinking, she watched him, circle in the sky.



Fleecy clouds veiled the sunlight, so she would not go blind



The girl was filled with love for him body, soul, and mind.



Yet he never even noticed her, for his mind was overwrought,



For he was in love with another, and it was her that his eyes sought.



As time passed, her passion for him, never diminished in size,



She longed for him to acknowledge her, and look into her eyes.



So one time she sat for nine days, just watching him from afar,



No food or water did she consume, her love burnt like a star.



On the tenth day the Gods took pity and so upon the hour,



They turned the love struck girl into a beautiful sunflower.



The flower is turned toward the sun from sunrise to sunset,



Still watching her loved one fly, never wanting to forget.

I’m right at the end of an endless road,



My story is written never to be told,



I sit in the middle of a dry rivers flow,



The earth above the sky below,



A maelstrom inside a tranquil lake,



Step on the gas only to brake.



From two dry eyes, flow a single tear,



I’m everywhere, no-where , somewhere, near.



Soaking in sweat, chilled to the bone



Messages seeping through the phone.



In a box with three sides, silence in sound,



People are everywhere, no-one  around.



I saw again the man, who wasn’t there,



Next time I don’t see him, I will not stare.



I am full, yet empty, a hole inside,



As vast as the universe, I ride its tide.



I bleed from memories, hide in the light,



Let me step into the dark, to make things bright.



Waiting for Godot, the message futile,



My mouth tastes sweet as it pours forth bile



I am awake in the infinite dream,



I could scream, do you know what I mean?

In my Minds eye



I wish to draw a painting of you



On a palette of mixed emotions



As bittersweet memories form brushstrokes,



And the canvas is transformed



Capturing my fascination of you.



I wish to compose a soulful melody for you



A rhapsodic piece of expression and harmony,



On the heartstrings held within.



With my heart as its rhythmic beat.



Capturing my feelings to my core.



I wish to sing a song for you



That would shame any songbirds serenade,



Resonating with darkness and light



Vibrating through the echoes of my blood.



But I can neither draw, write music or sing,



So my artistic expression sits in silence inside me,

I turn my head, and the world tilts,



Everything is not as it seems,



True reality appears to be missing,



Like illusions, inside a dream.



I meander in darkness through water,



Called upon by a passing bird,



Blood fizzing, inside gnarled veins,



I am waiting upon the word.



I try to recall a time of innocence,



Guiding myself by the moons on water,



Letting go of all temporal lines,



Remembering once I was the daughter.



I dive into a net full of fishes,



Caught suspended in the reeds,



And inside the sleeping silence,



An ancient language plants its seeds.



It flows like an aria inside me,



Imploring  for the unreal to be heard,



Make us of the flesh they cry



And I commence to write the word.

With one press of lips you walked away,



I wanted to beg please stay, please stay.



“Don’t destroy my dreams for I can change”,



But by that time you were out of range.



And the sun dipped its head into the grey,



And the flowers wilted onto their knees to pray,



The river stopped babbling calling for hush,



Crystal snowflakes turned to slush,



The birds ceased their twittering song,



And my heart weeped for you, so long, so long.

The cafe was humming, like a hive of bees,



Twilight painting its brushstrokes, dark blue, on blue,



Cigarette smoke, swirling, like wraiths to the ceiling,



Aromas of espresso and firewater, perfume the air.



A wild-eyed lady enters, screeching, at her husband’s lover,



All eyes turn for distraction, as she drags him home by his hair.



A grizzled, chestnut, bear of a man, sat in the corner,



Commences playing a lilting tune on his harmonica,



Whilst a young cub accompanies, with a rhythmic beat



His knuckles rapping the table, his boots tapping the floor.



And unknown to all there, an elegant lady stands,



Clutching a blood red rose, between her small white hands,



She begins to sing, her voice, soaring high above the music,



Telling us, that you can smell the fragrance of the moon.



And when it rains, Lisbon has such perfume,



Of the promised land, the smell of flowers and the sea.



And how lips carry the perfumes of your smiles,



Young men go wild, over the fragrance of girls



And as the music fades she tosses her curls,



To thunderous claps, and reality intrudes, to



Three wrinkled wise men, arguing over football.



The harlot winks, and men fall to buy her drinks,



A group of wives gesticulate, and throw up their eyes



Now under the blanket of black starlit skies,



As the amber lights of the cafe, warms the lives inside.

From pale opaque shadows,



You floated into my life like a passing leaf.



Bestowing an autumn flame,



A torpedo fish that shocked me into life,



Infused, inspired, inhaling  immortality.







As the hummingbird ***** the nectar ,



I thirstily drink all of your sweetness.



Until the ice in my heart melts,



And I gleefully jump into its puddles.



Fruitful, fertile, feelings flowing.







Living now in a blonde shimmering light,



Colours of lemons and sunshine,



Tender peace reigns in a lilac springtime.



Anxiety now plunged into aquarium depths ,



Soaring, swiftly skimming surfaces,







Light and dancing over pebbles,



A firefly lighting up the darkness,



And as the bees deliver golden honey,



So you have delivered this gift to me.



Lasting, lingering, lightening love.

Nobody knows what flickers behind my silent mask,




The shadows in the glass are more real.




A whisper of ice shudders down my spine,




As the chill of the universe seeps into my bones.




Stepping into the blackness I stand still,




Hovering over the precipice of non-being,




As the world continues to sing her alien song.




It is a space starlit, where a splash of dawn enters.




Far beyond time and meanings call.




Between the self and what is not,




A strange confluence of time and space,




The sole ****** of this interior being.




And as the outside constructs its reality based dreams,




On an invisible wire I dance over an infinite waterfall.

On clouds of gold, warm and soft



The sweet breezes bring me back to you.



The scents of times gone by, awake my soul



Transport me back on humming birds wings,



Rainbow flutterings, that carry me to lost times,



Memories, as soft as feathers rain down, and



Awake the reminiscences in my heart,



As gentle as baby breath they flow,



Through me until my soul has melted,



And droplets pour unfettered onto the ground.



Trembling like an autumn leaf in the wind,



The chill of loss and all that is lost, envelops me



Oh my sacred love, adored beyond dreams,



My all, my life, my laughter, come back to me



Dont leave me with no sound in my deaf ears,



No words from your mute lips.

The sun was bleeding red rivers into the sky,
Whilst the sea calm, rose glass, brushed the sand.
And on my back the rock sat, heavy and cold.
My cursed friend, whose weight encumbers me.
Distant memories wash in with the tide
Curling tendrils of days long gone through the rivulets
Of my mind, in the days before I knew the rock.
But they ebb into the distance as the shoreline recedes,
Then slowly creep back in once more with shallow stealth.
I try to grasp hold, to retain the memory pre-rock,
But it is like trying to grasp grains of sand between your fingers,
It flows back into the golden blanket without identity.
And as I sit on the infinite beach of my dreams,
I stroke tenderly my rock, massaging the granite that clings,
Knowing its suffering is mine to bear alone,
And as the sun dips its head into the sea and the stars
Flicker a million greetings to me,
I head for home with my rock and my life lived.

Where once you clung to me like ivy,



And your roots dissolved into mine.



And where the sun obliterated



Each shadow, cast inside our souls.



Where once the coals burned,



And the heat emitted, seared our hearts



To sustain the fires; burning within.



And where once the butterflies,



Entered, beating their tiny wings so fast.



And always the scents of you



Enveloped me and made me drowsy,



Drugged with the ecstasy found,



Where once the ocean met the sand



And caressed it with tenderness



Lapping the shores with wanting.



And so each of us were blinded,



By a crystal moon, that consumed.

Occasionally I hear voices,



White noise of others choices.



I flick them away, like flies.



Deep, oh so deep, the ego lies.



Whilst spreading in all directions,



Dividing into self made sections.



I have effaced myself.



I am now in the silence before I was born.



All my affectations shorn,



Cocooned in nothingness.



I do not miss the smell of jasmine



Or watching the blossom fall,



The deliciousness of chocolate,



Hearing the cuckoos call,



Touching the silk of your skin,



I do not miss anything, for I am within.



This body, left to mind, now realises



Everything is absurd,



Dreamland is another word.



Externally the machine makes another sound,



My lungs now fill, oxygen found.

Travelling from town to town,
Her living was song and dance,
In a tattered blue gown in winter,
Only one shoe worn by chance.
A thick overcoat in summer,
Her breath was like hot steam,
She loved to dance with castanets,
Her life an unusual dream.
She carried a basket of flowers
And waved a wand into the air,
Whichever Inn she went to,
People would stand and stare.
Penniless and drunk most of the time,
People gave her their change,
Which she tied to a cord and dragged around,
Her mind they thought deranged.
She would then give her money to the poor
Only taking what she needed,
She would drink, then sleep, wherever she fell,
Others cautions, were unheeded.
“We blossom in the morn” She sang
“We have faded by eventide”
In life and death she saw no change,
She took these in her stride.
She saw clearly what has no falsehood,
And what does not shift with things,
An eccentric insane wanderer,
She had the gift, immortality brings.

On rugged cliffs, where the sea beats,



He stands in deep contemplation,



A rare sanctuary, from human feet.



Everywhere, the majesty of creation.



Mother nature honours him with,



The most glorious front row seat.



Below a fuzzy peach and orange sky,



The sun glows, its last embers heat.

  

Elephantine rocks stand proud and tall,



It was such a beautiful spot to die,



The dark emerald waters rise and fall,



As he recollects the devastating lie.



His thoughts tumbling like the crashing sea,



He knows that he has to be strong,



When words are whispered ever so gently



“It is here where you belong.”




He looked around for the voices source,



Saw nothing in his sight,



How dare this voice stray him off his course,



Whilst acknowledging the words were right.

  

He stood for just a while longer,



His mind now calming like the sea,



So what if I heard that stupid lie,



It will not be the breaking of me.

  

Because he was made of atoms that formed,



The sky and the rocks and the sea, and



He learned that life was just a beautiful game,



Where he and nature were meant to be.

And so it is, just as I knew it would be,



Knowing our paths had never crossed.



Yet in one solitary glance I recognised you,



And the world collided and the stars aligned.



For in my world before you existed,



The wind had spoken your name,



And I recognised the sound once heard.



Flowers emanated your scent,



Until my head was dizzy with your fragrance.



Mother of pearl shone like your skin.



Smooth, shining, lustrous to touch.



Quartz crystal had shown me your eyes,



With all their facets of light, glinting.



And I had traced your freckles within the stars,



And seen a thousand candles light up a room



Just the way you do when you enter.



And my soul recognised you and all that you are.



And so I knew it was you.

This world is a mystery, an amazing dream,



Where all is illusion, not what it seems.



A wondrous adventure, a giant fairytale,



And we are the phenomenon on a huge scale.



Taking it for granted that we exist at all,



Only realising the miracle, when death comes to call.



Flying out of here to the world of thought



A life you have lived, a life you have fought.



The only truth about us, is nothing is known,



As Socrates was often heard to bemoan.



A puzzle to everyone with an inquiring mind,



The fun is in the journey of trying to find.



We are floating in space, how crazy is that,



A magic trick worthy of a rabbit from a hat.



And we are the rabbit, unaware we are the trick,



We comprehend so little, the magician so slick.



Biliions of years taken, to create who you are,



In a blink of an eye, you're with deaths registrar.



At some point from nothing, came a something?



Where did we come from, where are we going?



I think it extraordinary that we even exist.



Our path, no turning back,  a secret wishlist.



No-one asked you, would you like to be born,



Would your answer be, yes or no, or I’m torn?











A credit to one of my favourite authors Jostein Gaarder

Where the trees stand like sentinels on guard, in the glade,



And the sun pours molten honey, dappling, through their shade,



And the carpet of bluebells claim the sound of our steps,



We come to talk our lives, we made so complex.



We hide in the shadows, our lives lived in guilt,



Trying to end this, before, crimson tears are spilt.



But the hunger of our hearts is not so easily spent,



For the fire of the sun, ignites the feelings lent.



And within the flowers perfume, we get high on our love,



And the sun spills golden amulets from up above,



And then we merge into the blue as a flowing river,



Silent, mute, enchanted, only our bodies now quiver.



And I knew love at that time by the name it was called,



Secrets within, on my hands and knees I would crawl.



For you my silhouette, shadow, my dark secret,



I need to say goodbye before the sun has set.



And tomorrow, if your guilt, should extinguish our desire,



In me you will find the same, no burning embers in the fire.

The softest, kindest, chocolate eyes,



Stare up at me, from where he lies.



Full of trust and love and pain,



I hold him in my arms, as the rain,



Falls upon him, or maybe its my tears.



I was now living the nightmare of my fears.



The white coat is moving slowly, out of his sight,



Those eyes are still gazing at me, with a shining light.



I see the needle enter, my eyes shimmer and blur,



As I blink back the tears, I clasp tighter to his fur.



As the clarity comes back, I gaze down on my pet,



The light has now gone, the sun has now set.



I want to howl out loud, for my old faithful friend,



I am so pleased I was with you, right to the end.

Life the passing seasons,



Timed to the beat of our hearts.



In temporal winds we are blown,



Like feathers on a flow chart.



An echo in majestic mountains,



Disappearing on the breeze.



An individual illusory journey,



Vulnerable to nature’s mercies.



Splashing in fountains of humanity



The transient born from eternal,



We shine for so few moments,



In the heavenly, and the infernal.



A brief wandering through time



Made fresh just by our existence



As deceitful beauty fades to age



So does our warped resistance.



Our unbearable lightness of being



Returning to the elusive spark.



Closing, completing the circle,



The dove returning to the Ark.



To our before-state we are flying,



Our worthless veil slipping away,



Each day one step from dying,



Bittersweet memories of our stay.



Retreating from these perfumed shores



From the impermanence of things.



An arrow heading to our next rebirth.



From this Earth which sighs and sings.

I sat on the train watching you,



You pushed your hair from your forehead,



And a cloud of burnished copper fell



To your shoulders.



And I saw your violet eyes pre-occupied



Searching the train for me.



I huddled down into my seat to obscure your view.



The champagne light of the morning



Angled through the window,



My head fizzing with bubbles of uncertainty.



Then you began to move



Slowly at first, so slowly you started to recede,



Until I had to twist my head around



To keep you in sight.



Then faster faster you were heading



Away from me, running into the distance



And I still rooted to the spot on my chair,



Observed, it was you after all



Ran away from me.

I know you, but I no longer know if I know you.



I hear your voice, astonished by its strangers tone.



The soft reverberating twilight distorts your face,



I see strange gestures now, so different to my own.



This quietude where things give themselves away,



We are now detached into our silent spaces,



Our words have unravelled, the truth does stare,



The we and the us, are absent without traces.



And I am shaken that our fever was only an instant,



Where once your echo resonated with mine.



As if each cell of our bodies has been renewed,



Leaving two individuals now askance, undefined.



I am shaken, I need the memories lancing



Tortured like fingernails scraping a blackboard



Disconnected, divided, parted, untied,



A severing of our invisible cord.



Ultimately lost, our faces strained masks,



This frozen atmosphere showing us the way



Sat in our worlds, we have retreated and dissolved



All that is left are the remains of the day.