Summer arrives, scent through open windows
busy Bees heavy laden chased back outside

The Gulls songs have changed
the Cuckoo has arrived

All manner of garden birds
fill up on Sunflower hearts

All is greening, reaching for the sky
as I live fully a miniscule life.

your empty words are not heavy
…they’re  hollow
it’s the hidden meanings that trip me
though your sharp words fail me
they may slice but can’t cut me
and if I were to fall
I’ll slip down your tongue
…hang off your lip
if you were to speak at all

the moon smiles at me
somewhat covered by dark clouds
mesmerises me.
11/5/2024

the dance of stars
we play the music
universal heartbeats

a silent song
reverberates
in bony chests

someone, a clarion
sings it as it is
then dies, with everyone else.

Your birth marked the death
of the 'endless' pain
The cries of the evil
subdued, they went to vain

My joy was born
with your very first cry
with you, 'my joy' was immortal
swore to never die

So, if death takes you
I shall follow thee
for without you,
I sink, even in the shallowest sea