The mountains growl
The valleys hum
The caves echo
The trees whistle
The rivers whisper
The seas roar
The clouds thunder
But what sound does my wild heart make for my lover?
It spells out my lover’s name,
The loudest of any natural sound.

Two strange hearts, they are,
Have just met in the busy street of love
With so much love noises around them
Yet they could hear themselves
Beating audibly in unison
Like two lost pieces connected together again,
Perfectly fitted.


But they have to fight hard
Against lips and tongue,
The interrupters and destroyers of love
Because from them come thousand questions
Of another heart’s existence;
‘How old are you, heart?’
‘What’s your annual earning?’
‘Where are you from?’
And the questions go on forever.

The hearts come pleading to the lips and tongue
‘Sometime, for love’s sake,
Be silent, oh lips and tongue! And leave us alone!
Let us beat heartily at our present found moment
Of love and happiness;
The body needs the most.

A Willowy brown
Down the aisle you go
And in your wake are the eyes
That seem to be fixed on you
Without blinking

A willowy black
In the forest you spread your bed
And you got secret companions watching you
That seem to fight for clear spot
Without looking their path

A willowy blonde
Your secret place is a secret pub
And your dining place is a hidden hall
That seems to attract many to find you
Without thinking of their life.

A willowy Yellow
You live in bright shining lights
And create a majestic hallow ring
That is the beauty of your life
Without a doubt you are gracious.

Huh Willowy
Oh can’t you just see
The danger you have brought
Into someone’s life?
The fragments and pieces
Are uncollectable;
What broken hearted soul!

Tanned bodies
Scorched faces
In the Pacific Sun
In search of a palm shade
A balm for our bodies

On a tandem
At 60-miles-an-hour
Against the Tropical cyclone
Whipping our faces
In search of a palm haven
A balm for our weary soul

Here we found
A shelter
In the times of El Nino and cyclone
A haven of rest
Safe and secure
Warm and filled
From the meat and juice
Of the coconut palm trees

We are together
Under the canopy of the Pacific forest
Among the wild blue berries
Painting our mouths with their colours
While singing with bluebirds
In the rhythm of bluegrass
Coz our love is wild

I am the blue-jay
You are the blue-***
Our children are mixed- bluebirds
From sweet, wild love.

We are together
Under the Blue Pacific Ocean
Among the ocean creatures
Glittering under the bright Pacific Sun
While beholding their numerous colours
Dancing in the rhythm of  the waves
Coz our love is wild.

You are the blue sting-ray
I am the blue manta-ray
Our children are mixed -rays
From sweet wild love.