When foliage take their leave
From crowning summer branches,
After turning into myriads
Of earth adorning bronzes.
  
Thick and luscious burnished carpet
In rust and gold and richest umber,
Autumn ushers covetous Winter
Into Summer’s glorious slumber.

I  often  wonder
do  I  need  you  
because  of  you,
or  do  I  need  you
because  of  me?

All the veins,
arteries and trains
from here to there
are way not near
enough route
for you to commute
to come to me,
or for me
to be
close to you.

Whatever it was
or seemed to be,
it only was platonic.

Why then is the sting
of this tiny barb so sharp
within my weeping heart?

Why is it so ironic?

The sun is put to bed
So that we can see,
Through the opened window
Into eternity.

On a cold steamy morning,
With your  velvet touch
You muzzle my neck.
And I share your breath
As you welcome me back.

Whilst the coppery gleam
Of your shimmering skin
Ripples under my hand,
I lean against your strength
Feeling warm and content.

Your gentle eyes
Reflect the rays
Of the Winter sun
On the golden haze.

I weave my hand,
Through your shiny mane,
And my sigh is steep,
As you whinny deep.

Unborn child within me;
You grow into beauty
And glowing health,
As a pearl grows
Within its oyster shell.

I feel the pulses of life
Awakening in me,
Awakening in you.

You lie snug and warm
In your dark cocoon,
Dreaming, moving
And listening.

Are you a part of me,
Or am I a part of you?

I feel you moving under my heart,
Stirring in your peaceful slumber,
And I wonder if you will ever again
Be as close to me as this.

Never shall I cease to wonder
At the strong ****** that is you
Underneath my hand;
At the miracle
Of being heavy with child.

In our moments of oneness,
I awaken to the new life in me.

Falling  leaves,  
a  gentle  shroud  
of  smouldering  fire,
stirring  pallets of colour
upon  the  face  of  the  earth.

The stars reflect
Balmy nights
In the eyes
Of the lush
Summer plum
In your arms.

You are the eagle
Lifting my heart into
Unexplored realms
Of azure expanse.

You are the wild wolf
Howling my yearnings
into the crisp frost
Of twilight skies.

A tiger in the shadows
With the flame
Of all my passions
Burning in your eyes.

How  slow  my  awakening  is
in  the  small  sleepless  hours,
as  I  look  into  a  cloudless  night
and  find  no  stars  a-shining.

My  hand  is  an  upturned  palm  
Gazing  at  a  relentless  sky,
A  statue  of  frozen  remembrance
Of  a  gift  that  has  long  gone  by.

Sprinkle  drops  of  honey  upon  the  forehead  of  her  beauty,
Lay  upon  her  pale  skin  the  velvet  blue  of  night.
Night,  breathing  the  sweetness  of  her joyful  voice,
Night  setting  alight  with  the  sparkles  in  her  eyes.

Streak  her  hair  softly  with  the  gleam  of  the  moon,
Carry  her  feet  over  shiny  black  pebbles,
Round  and  smooth,  in  numerous  existence,
Guiding  her steps, as she moves across the riverbed.

They clash head on,
Swords ruling the battle,
War cries ringing loud.

The quickening of blood
Slowly painting crimson
The blades wielded by men.

I see the fire in your eyes,
Passion of your bravery
And courage of heart.

I see a gentleness of love
In your power and strength,
You fight as no other ever.

For the battle is not always
Clearly chosen for self,
But for whom is precious.

How I long to see  
even the shadow  
on your face,
because I know
then we’ll be close again.

In the clear crisp azure light
Of a windswept morning,
Adorning the air with an Autumn
As sharp as a clean conscience,
Winter was introduced.

We welcomed her as always,
Opened our arms and said:
“Glad you could come,
Where have you been so long?
We have been waiting. “

And she wisely answered:
“I have been to the ends
Of the earth and back,
And I have left fires burning
In my wake to warn you

Of my coming, and I see
You have gathered the wood
And closed up the windows.
Listen…the wolf is close
And the icy winds are nigh.”

“I have come to stay
For a little while only,
For I am the lullaby
To the slumbering earth
As it sleeps in oblivion.

As I leave within due time,
With twinkling eye of mine
And fingertips of frost,
Will touch the snowy drifts
And turn it back to dew.

I will brush my icy breath,
Of  mist and bleak-lit sun,
Across the sleepy moor
In strokes of gold ‘n green
And Summer’s dazzling hue “

And Winter will depart within
A fortnight into Spring.

What  vast  and  unveiled  sand  before  me  lies?

It  is  the  desert,
where  the  morning
cries  farewell
to  treacherous  night;    
willingly  fleeing  
as  dunes  set  alight!

Day  has  arrived  oh!
…  and  so  the  harsh  sun …
who  only  disappears
when  day  has  done.


So  friendly  and  mild
at  first  in  the  morn.
With  its  temper  soft,
and  kind  without  scorn.
But  when  it  sees  clearly
the  vast  empty  sands,
it flares  up  in  rage
with  fiery,  flaming  hands.


Burning  on  thorns
reluctantly  growing
like  ungrateful  creatures
to  the  sun’s  overflowing:
A whole  night  has  passed
and  naught  has  been  done!


How  cruel  can you  be,
o  merciless  sun!

If I could be with you
For even a little while,
I would be as strong
As the wind from the north,
And as gentle as  
A fairy’s gossamer wing.

I could lie in your arms
And drift into silences
Where no-one has ever been.

I could hide in your embrace
And travel to plains
No-one has dreamt of or seen.

I could hold you close,
Make you more un-fearing
Than you had ever been.

Was it my hand
So thoughtlessly
Upon your sleeve?

Or was it when
I looked up
Into your eyes?

And my hand,
Might you know,
Was not so thoughtless
Upon your sleeve!

This love will end as any other...
As the day ends when the sun is gone,
As summer ends when swallows leave…
It will end before I love you for ever.

Will you forever stay
A man of dreams?

You can never be
Included into my reality.
For one does not induce
The fall of preciousness.

Even when you are
In my gaze all day,
Even when I imagine
Your hand upon
The small of my back,
Or your eyes laughing
Into mine exuberantly.

You are painfully
None of this.

When you occupy
My state of mind
And alter my thoughts
Into wayward longings,
I cannot reach across
To establish your warmth
Into my memory.

I will pretend that no imagining
And no affinity binds me
Inexplicably and unquestionably
To your loveliness!

Two people touch,
their lips first brush…
bodies softly sway
in a give and take ballet.

Two people kiss
in a world sublime,
They feel the bliss
beyond the edge of time.

Lovers merge
in tentative embrace…
Then a breathless surge
to an endless space.

I think of the places I’ve been with you,
Beautiful places and wild.

I look to the stars where they cross in the south,
In tender-sweet memory.

Running the rivulets, barefoot and breathless,
At the wide river’s mouth.

A wild field abundant with flowers bursting,
And blooming and proud.

I remember the wind on my face with you,
In your arms both woman and child.

With your gentle way
you weave your magic
through my heart.

How can I resist
to know your touch,
look into your eyes?

How can I not
mould softly
into your arms?

I can think of times
a thousand, places
a myriad, to want
to be with you!

Upon a chance I have a dream
And when I sleep
I dream that I can keep
You close and then
I wake and know
That what I hold in sleep
I’ve got to let it go.

Spring flower spray blossoms
Shower me with joy!
Open ye, wide sky windows
To let my shadows fly away!

I have run from you
a thousand miles.

And yet you never left
to let me be alone
in my forgetfulness.

Have I known for so long
that you shall not return?

And yet I cannot free myself
from the dark corners
wherein I hide.

I have loved you
I am sure.

So many times,
not knowing how long
before the mist will cloud you.

How deep can I hide
from this fear of knowing
that you left because
I could not love you?

We  are  the images on  cold  grey  walls,
clinging  to  that  which  is  long  yet  past.
Meaningless, fruitless  and  hopeless  we  are,
pitiful  shadows  forever  to  last .

Time  exists  where  nothing  else  can …
what  has  become  of  a  race  called  man?
Among  the  ruins  the  wind  will  ever  mourn
and  we  are  the  shadows  so  forlorn.

I cannot answer
The beckoning call
Of your love.

Nor forget your  image
So becoming
To my mind.

I hate how this love
Stretches my heart
To leave it exposed.

I hate that I
Want you to call,
Yet should not want.

And that I
Want to be with you
But dare not!

You are a far cry from me
When I long to see your face close to mine,
Your expression tense with tender emotion.
To tell me without even a fraction of doubt
That this is our moment wherein
I can come so much closer to you.

In wide-eyed pain
You have looked at me,
And I wondered what is beyond
The little bit you show.

What is behind
The misty curtain
That screens you off
To another world?
So beautiful in the half-light
Of a slow-burning candle.

In the dark where you lie
I can scarcely see
Your fine features,
You are a mystery.

In sleep you do not smile or scowl,
And I am careful to wake you
Lest I should intrude
Upon your peace.
Lest you should change
And be not what I behold.

I have small fears
That allow me not to
Come to you as I want,
When you turn away.

O fear, rush on! Rush on,
That I might have the courage
To touch your being
And reach your heart.

The moon slowly rises in the east,
And taints the mist an eerie glow,
My will is strong,
Defiant of the night!

The lonely night whirls crisp sparkles
Into interminable eternity,
I heave a sumptuous breath
To make me brave!

And long before the slumbering dawn
Dreams of even waking up,
I’ll press my cheek against your back
And slip my arm around you!

I  love  the  sun  upon  the  streaks
That  are  the  ideal  portrait  
Of  my  dream.

I  love  to  sing  the  sadness  of  a  flute
When  the  mist  is  in  me          
And  I’m  lost  within  myself.
                                                  
The  same  kind  of  coldness
Brings  the  same  familiar  feeling.
It  envelopes  my  body
And  smarts  out  the  memory.

A soft kind of sadness
Edging like incessant  rain
To a soft kind of
Happiness and pain.

How dare you intrude
Into my true oblivion
And leave yet again
Only the bare traces
Of your memories.

I dream of you, even
As I did so long ago,
And it carries me
Through a day and more,
And more, I remember.

There lies a world betwixt,
the North pole and the South.

Even so, the South pole said:
O! to dance with thee!

Lynn.

PERPETUATION

I am angry
But not at God or you
I am angry
Because I lost a war

I am desolate
But not because of you
I am desolate
Because I’ve lost before

I rage the war
Of love and lost
I rage the war
No mind the cost

Lynn.

You brushed my hand
And raced my heart,
It lingered for a day for ever.

It was a Thursday when
you kissed me first,
and on a Sunday once again!

When your lips touched mine
my eyes closed shut
while flying wide open!

If you are only a vision
Sent by a Holy God,
To lift my heart
And take my gaze
Above the gloom...

You are also a sure
Enigma to walk with me
Just long enough,
To ease my heart
And calm my pain.

Dawn  in  the  sky                                                                          
is  an  opening  book,
as the  fetters  of  dark
gather  themselves
unto themselves.

Softly  fleeing
like  the  fluttering  wing
of a  gentle  dove.

Anticipation
is a seven-year-word,

Annihilation
is a double-edged sword,

Necessitation
is forgiveness untoward.

I can fain forget
How when we met
I lay my head
Upon your sweet
And warm shoulder.

And your arms’ embrace
Around my waist…
I felt your breath
Upon my hair
And on my face.

I close my eyes
And think of you,
I hear your voice,
I feel your touch
To my heart's rejoice.

Remembering well
How good it felt
To be with you.

You who are the extension of my being
are not here,
are pretty much not ever anywhere…

You who are the fruit of my existence
have fallen,
fallen short of love’s persistence.

A quick little rain to fall,
A quick little steady rush
Filters into my consciousness
And bless me with summer’s bliss.