Tapped on the shoulder,
a brushing feathered kiss on my skipping heart
I came through the darkness with the revelation
floated on a breeze of freshness and clarity!
too much relief to brush off with any resistance
I melted into the wind caught up in an exorcism of the gentlest kind,
nudged and hugged into peaceful surrender
and just as I was washed outside
the tickles snuck around and opened up a smile.
Not content, it gently forged a giggle and like a burst dam
laughter tumbled down!
sweet air rushed inside and cleaved all the darkness
from inside of me
with each and every breath it got clearer, brighter!
a spark of joy was lit
it hung about me
raised me in the air light as a feather,
as innocent and light
as I had never been since before I could remember
now freshness imbued became my very good friend
and I invited it in often.

she stood atop the high cliff
Scanning the oceans depths to the horizon
Soft amber glows lit her strong fine features
She had that far away look in her treacle eyes
he knew she was not present
she had gone to be with the spirit of her love
how his own spirit ached to chase after it,
to hold her steady so she would not lose sight of the shore
he almost drifted away with her
but sensed the need for her privacy
he did not want to find what she hoped she might find
he felt it would truly destroy him
he restrained himself from touching her
instead he looked out to he setting sun over her shoulder
letting the strands of lit golden hair flicker on to his cheek
as he blessed and thanked creation
for bestowing on him such simple glory
a wilderness of gratitude for each faint stroke
his whole being came alive
a grand mercy in a pinprick of revelation
divinely connected
as if her body knew that a love lost
was held steady across the arcs of time by another love
as she stood there motionless,
reverent Silence between them
the queen of his faith had restored in him,
what he had long hoped restore in her
He thought recklessly
‘We held time there,
locked in an expedition,
each of our own
words never spoke of any greater higher church,
than that of love
as our haloes mingled,
the sun left enraged with jealousy
slipping into the darkness
leaving the colours of our mismatched hearts to bleed’.