Marble skies roll over golden fields,
in the silent winds, whispers travel to the ears.
Their faces are free, painted with joy,
under the setting sun.

Born on rocks and forged with hate,
their worlds collide and separate,
and now they find themselves sown together,
under the setting sun.

Warm air swirls and curls and flows,
down from the sky, and through their bones,
waiting for an event horizon,
they feel the setting sun.

Gods are known to tear apart,
the sacred chains that bind two hearts,
but nothing can stop their everlasting love,
under the setting sun.

Alone in the darkness, I carefully tread
Gazing at the leafy roof blossoming
Pearly flickering snowdrops overhead
A lone orchestra that she is forming
Hushed. I stand motionless, tranquil, silent
Glittering petals floating all around
Hear the eloquent song; dusky, violent
Twirling whilst dances to the velvet sound
In the midst of our homely wilderness
Reaching out to this enchanting spirit
I watch her, Illuminating blackness
My tortured soul I again revisit

Chasing is useless. I don't have her heart
We are seamed together and ripped apart.

Sun settled over
beetroot sky, like
mother hen over
clutch.

And I could smell
the beetroots burning
against horizon
shift.

Sizzle-flip
and turn them over.
Leaking pale red into
the sea.

One dimensional folding paper,
greaseproof (we presume);
Wrap it up, tape the ends.
Send light to the moon.

Put,
Pluck in center forward,
Self-starter in half-forward (right) and
Doers in half –forward (left);
Next,
Put Erudite as midfielder
Put Warden in back
Put Conjecture at last with
Scruples as goal keeper
Now,
Start the game
To win the cruise of life.......

A tree stood there, waiting. A majestic, flourishing Douglas Fir, not the largest, but the second largest tree breed in the world, covered in moss and weighed down by life climbed the deep blue, open skies and exasperated all the lives around it with its ponderous aura as it counted precious seconds, precious moments, in wait of late knowledge and new life to bloom and provoke wonder into the minds of every beautiful being that might so happen upon the superlative setting so prodigious that even the birds stop to sigh at its warm welcome and fathom how its creation could be anything less than God’s own immaculate paradise.