Purple sheets of petal,
Softly glowing in the dark
Of almost night.

Softly touching my cheek,
the enveloping cloud
surrounds me like a neon cloak.

I can see your face
reflecting in an overflowing
purple pool of mist.

And petals gently plopping,
enveloping the image
of your loveliness.

(Jacaranda madness)

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.

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 have a little thought deep inside
my heart of you.
Not unlike the laughter lifting my eyes
into your humour.
Or unlike the longing it instils in me
to stand with you
on a wild and ecstatic windswept beach,
close in embrace.
A little thought not unlike the ocean
in its magnitude.

Sweetly sublime
I mouth the rhyme
of the lullaby
in my heart for you.

Patiently
I whisper the words
keeping time
while I softly mime.

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.

Where  once  the   grasses  played  and  ploughed,
in  faithful  winds  had  swung  and  bowed,
there  now  lie a thousand  flies  adrift …
All  choked  in  sod  and  soaked  to  death.

A million  artificial  stars
be  falling  stars  that  never  stop.

And  on  the  surface  tracks  of  dust
be  grinding  footsteps  hard  and  fast,
too  cruel  for  moon  and  earth  too last.

Groping  hands  of  eternal  fright
not  finding  what  they  ever  might .
The  treasures  they  will  no  more  find,
obstruct  their  eyes  and  make  them  blind.

                                          
Through  brutal  conscience, smog  and  fire
our  paradise   has  changed  to  mire.

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.

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.

Don’t ever say
Don’t tell me,
That you’ll never
Love me ever.

Please don’t say,
That you won’t stay
Or be with me
Forever.

I’ll hush you with
My lullabies
And sooth your aching
With my sighs.

I’ll touch your lips,
Caress your cheek
With fingertips
And soothing balm.

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.

I will rise from the ashes
of this bitter love.
I will rise from the ashes
around your feet.

And leave you with
the slivers of a broken moon.
Beautiful moon and full
of haunting illusions.

For you...
I pine no more!

Empty head
Filled with lead,
Spilt the beans...
Spoilt the fun.

Flatter-flutter
Pigs in the butter,
Killed the fun.
Chicken run.


Pitter-patter
Chitter-chatter.
Spilt the milk,
It doesn’t matter…

Cry no more
Like before.
Water under the bridge,
Milk is in the fridge.

You  come  to  me  and  smile,
chasing  my  fears
into  the  corners  of  my  mind
where  I  can  not  reach  them
even  if  I  try.

And  you  comfort  me
when  you  see
traces  of  tears  on  my  face.

You are like  an  eagle’s  shadow
gliding  peaceably  
across  my  consciousness,
caressing  the  fluttering  
of  my  emotions
with the quivering of your wings.

Are you really so far away
That I cannot touch you,
And feel the crinkles of your sleeve
Underneath my fingers upon your arm?

Would you simply look around
And turn away again,
Not knowing that I talk
To you all by myself?

Even if you could listen,
And not hear a word;
Would you know that I’m
Just a little bit crazy?

Just a little bit crazy
With longing for you.

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

Golden pastels painted
In sweet colours, on the face
Of night as it slowly fades.

I feel the warm sun upon my skin
As it penetrates and enfolds
The stark early morning cold.

And I remember how I have loved you
When my love was still unafraid,
And my hope the only flame in me.

I kept it burning high, so high;
I did not even have the faintest glow
Inside my body when it died.

Dark   green  depths  of  death,
where  waters  trickle  and  laugh
and  tiny  flowers  dart
in  the  sweet  fresh  breeze.

Pull  me  into  thine  un-dulled  depth
and  make  me  one  with  thee.
Blend  my  body  with  thine  earth
fashioning  a  sullen  element.

To  pause  in  a moment of fear  
and  everlasting  awe,
to drink thy beauty still
from  life’s  edge,  up  here.

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.

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.

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

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.

I have left you far behind,
The flotsam and the jetsam
Washed up on the shore.

And you are pleased,
I’m sure, with this place
That you have chosen.

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!

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?

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!

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

As a passer-by I only watch
across a darkened room,
marvelling at your healing touch
that turns the searing sting
in my burning heart to one
that doesn’t burn as much.

My love for you was holy
and like a new dawn pure.
Like a green leaf on the vine,
promising to grow secure.

My love for you was instilled
by God to carry you  
on the hands of His providence
certain and strong and sure.

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.

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.

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?

I love you softly,
I love you wild,
I love you with the notions
Of a trusting child.

I love you sweetly,
I love you bold,
I love you as the ancient rites
Are ceaselessly told.

You watch me all the time
With eyes that see much more
Than the mirror often ever shows.

Softly pleading, watching quietly,
Following the purpose of my actions,
Reading me therein.

You are my mirror,
And my crazy logic
Reflects the recognition in your mind.

You understand what I cannot explain,
You are the beacon in my storm-sea.

When you touch me
You lift me high and slip me away
Into warm oblivion for one long moment…

The clickety-clack of wheels on the rail
Bring to me the reality of leaving behind
A dearness which is irreplaceable,
And unforgettable.

Could’ve would’ve should’ve…
Didn’t…wouldn’t…couldn’t…
Ultimately…will you, won’t you?

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.

You do know
that I will grow
and evolve
without you?

Do you know
that you’ll stay behind
and be all alone
as you’ve always done?

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!

In the last shadows
you probe a blackness
that cannot be fathomed,
for a shaft of light
that will set you free
from the agony inside you.

To gracefully warm you,
leading you from the cold
recesses of your mind
to face a new morn
alighting in the East.

I would that she better leave,
This temporary insanity,
And take her mad sisters also.

The one who closed her eyes
When she felt your hand upon hers.

The one who’s heart soared
When you kissed her well!

And the crazy one who asked
If staying was for ever!

Let the secret in the rosebud
Retain its secrecy,
Afore the wind will scatter
And set the petals free.

My silence is also my grief,
Forgive me my discretion.

It fails me to talk with you,
To mention your transgression.

It fails me to restore you
To where I once adored you.

It deems me guilty,
guilty,
without a choice,
without a voice.

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.

I wish for your glorious garden to wither,
your tree to shudder and  fall in the forest.
Your stars to hang limp upon the heavens,
and your moon to turn to a sulphurous pond!

I wish for your humour to sour in your mouth!
And your thoughts to dwell in incoherent confusion,
your keen logic to become a pile of rubble,
and for happiness to elude you constantly.

I looked up into your eyes,
And I saw the heavens
And the earth. And lo,
I had erected a stone for you.

A tombstone at each of
These places, places
We had been together,
Places of sea and heather.

For you just left
On a fine day in May.

The wreath upon your grave;
Abundant flowers in a field
And the brightest stars
Adorning the heavens.

Also the tiny shell
Lying next to the pebble
That you had given to me,
Still in the pocket of the jacket I wore.

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.

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.