Spring paled in the glow of soul-light, where
She opened, awaiting the incoming tide, reaching for completion,
A moment stalled between the intake of breath,
A satin tangled sigh, lost, beneath prayers, burning desolate hours.....





Lost shadows, fold into echoes, breathing the essence of lullabies, softly whispering,
Rainbows beyond colours of ache; where sculpted passion,
Spreads petals of dew dampened rose, beckoning the sun; and
Stillness clings to tear stained glisten, awakening the fragile kiss of unborn tomorrows....






She begs morning from a whisper-moon,  heartbeats, filling sighs dripped from her lips;
Her strength brailed-sutures, silence the scars beneath corners of her dream;
Dreams...the granules of heart's truth, the myths of her longing,
Cradled in the pause of unspoken crave....






Southerly winds carry pounding rhythms that mock her heartbeat,
So fragile, aching to touch the light in the distance,
A flame of trust ignited by matchstick whisper-sparks;
Pulled close, becoming airborne, flying through winds of chance;
To find his heartbeat racing beneath her own.....






Love sways in ripples of the river's embrace, beneath a canopy of night-tide,
Soft, the hush of unspoken, understanding, becomes
The inhalation of a kiss, exchanged in the ache of lips whispering,
"Sweet dreams, I love you"
So many miles between my pillow and his......






A wall of distance, steals touch from dreams,
She traces the peripherals of night, resting her heart upon his pillow,
Softly drowning in this unmade bed she lies draped in roses,
Spilling soundless as pink stamens sleep, brushed delicate in,
Timeless moments between the breath of night.......