delicate swirls
                              abstract motif
                                                             dainty spirals



I.
I see you as a wide sheet of fabric
Beautiful, paisley pattern
Highlighting your *odd qualities
That I love, more than you could get.

How you shimmer and shine
So well.



II.
Yet, I knew not that there exists -
Very quietly bold and calmly geometric;
Another sheet beneath this visible one
A layer concealed, that only my oblivion feels.

How you shiver and hide
So well.



III.
So, as I learn and delve and discover
Burrowing passages and intense pathways
A myriad of tunnels within tunnels
Where is the real you?


How alone; thought I knew you
So well.



IV.
Am I thus lost?
Blinded so by the light in your patterns....

[said in one breath:
so, I try to brush ever lightly over artefacts of your stained existence,
ensuring I leave no trace of me...
there I go making a new layer (for me)
only to see...another layer....and yet
another....]

layer upon
         layer upon
                  layer upon
                           layer upon....
layerrrr.



V.
Into the icy face of wind, words are flung
Only, they come back...messier!

Disaster.....blast the blundering heart in dusty chokes
Love thrives not in intemperate climes.


At which point did you let your voice die?
Perhaps you hide in fear, of suffering alone....

So long.



VI.
There stands a figure in the circle of light....lonesome
We hover near the highly-charged cosmos of chance
Daring the winds to take us, off guard
To glide away on impossible parades....




S T, 28 April 2013

time stands still....yes
awake at last
much less hurt.


superb splashes of colour
ingenious maker dabs
deep strokes
lightning-fast!


no words needed
silent canvass
awaiting
bold moves
timeless heart.


riding on a wave
yet to be discovered
such delights....


reality tilts in surreal way
no apparitions
hiding
pitch-black night.


atoms split
from unexpected quarters
undeservedly
so, grateful for support.


in your eyes
not yet seen,
layers of
insane aliveness.


sweet and simple sounds
lead to redemptive road
beauty
beginning


affording faith leaps
believing strains of truth
finding forever sought.




:)







S T, 27 April 2013

Would you rather sweep leaves on a windy day?
And read about others’ stories than be with me?

You’d prefer to sit alone than hold me in your arms
You’d prefer to walk away than hold me in your arms?

Than hold me in your arms........

So, do I really fit in here at all?

Do I even quite make the grade in your eyes?

Would you go counting wispy clouds than float away with me

Would you rather sweep leaves than hold me in your arms?

CHORUS:
Please, tell me why......you prefer to sweep leaves on a windy day

Sweep leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day
Leaves on a windy day –ay-ay.....

When you could be..........holding me in your arms!


S T, 27 April 2013