mind drifts back and forth
until it rests in the present moment
a moment of great joy

pregnant as it is with possibilities
and the sheer grandeur of love
this moment turns on its axis

propelling ones spirit ever onward
the deep and sure eternal 'being';
reality of the spiritual dimension.

Big moon is watching
as we are in each other’s arms.
Shining light on weeping willow,
our romantic hide away arms.
I lay down, look at you.
Hypnotized.
Big Charon is jealous of your view.
There are no ferrymen here
to cross souls over Pluto’s underworld rivers
Only surrounding loving moonlight’s auras.
Making our nights special.
Natural candlelight shivering with moving branches
as
Weeping willow sheds green tears.


Shell ✨🐚

A fruit from the tree;
A sip of Oasis dream
A set of footprints
A sand pathway
A Camels indignation
A travellers rest
A hermits blessing
A chanting flock
A Chorus of birds
A midday slumber
A looking at stars
A way to journey.

the night’s stones weigh
heavy like the cloud -

everything sinks.  

the cry of a bird -
eerie like a ghost -

the night speaks
of autumn, of windows
now shuttered to the
stars, of leaves painted
silver and gold.

a cat wires his claws to the
dark, drops down from a wall,
lands with his fur full of sky.