Windblown

A long stretch of road leads to a horizon
but once there the road leads back to a horizon
and so we look up to the sky’s endless sky
and know the journey begins within ourselves

Simple windblown moments
settle upon the breathing anticipations of life
for who knows which way the wind blows
or where the leaves fall

it is in these moments
these random fragments of chaos
where lives the heartbeats
the blood and the passion of her majesty

Imagine if you will
a stillness of silent solitude
waiting for the rain
to drench the bark of time’s forest

where, in the dark mulch
there lives the soul of her creation
waiting for the wind
to disperse her pollen of enlightenment

Like a bubble of air, our lives are fragile – windblown
so breathe deep of your bubbles
and let your soul smile
for as we rise we see the shadows of our past

falling away to our future
to our found spirits, our humanity
and our hopes of finding
sunrise waiting beyond the gate

Something wonderful

Something wonderful happens
within the beats of life
be it the mighty trees embracing the breeze
or the birds and butterflies riding her invisible breath

Something wonderful happens
within the songs of time
be it those specks of light high above kissing the dark
or the slow movements of mountain creating a new Earth

Something wonderful happens
within the freedom of a smile
be it the purity of a child’s giggle
or the open hands of a homeless heart

Something wonderful happens
within the silence of prayer
be it a faith held deep within for something without
or the knowledge that to pray is to believe in oneself

Something wonderful happens
when we come to realise
the simple truth of all and everything
is that love is all and everything

Rains fail to speak

Tang of fallen rain
offers its memories
as the sun’s gentle kiss
raises diaphanous emotions
lost in the downpour of her soul

Horse covered with the stink of sweat
allowed the song of rain
to wash away its hard breathing drudge
and now the sun’s gentle kiss
burrows into muscle, sinew and bone

Rains fail to speak of times spent
wandering amongst the angels
yet we hear, us creatures of earth-bound mortality
yet we see, thine creatures of animal, bird and flee
and so we feel, the sharpness of thine sorrow

Broken

Our hearts are broken
from the first breath
and on to the first cry
to the first tear

Our souls are broken
as their lives
bleed out into the darkness
of loss

Our thread, yours and mine, is broken

In the beginning
when the magic of love
wasn’t magic at all
but a reality

In the beginning
before we knew of time
and heartbeats
there was only the chaos of love

This, here, there, in the shadows, in the light, is broken

The echo
of our first tears
as they drop to the floor
hammers against the solitude of life

The echo
of our first voiced scream
gives vent to the rip
to the loss

Broken, till we meet again …

I wonder about thee

I wonder about thee
as my thoughts embrace
the beauty of thine art

Thou blaze
thine skin shines
as the light kisses thee

Tumbling from high
the sunbeams fall
to land upon a memory
of a distant call

I wonder about thine embrace
as my thoughts relax
upon the flower of thee

In flight out of sight
echoes of thine soul
pipe the petalled glade of mine heart

How moon, you release
you glint and you glimmer
as you fall upon a memory
of a hope, of a shimmer

I wander about thine embrace
as my thoughts engage
a dream’s eternity with thee

Through halls of soft time
thine song, mine soul, thine beat, mine rhythm
gentle is the call of the wild, wild pain

of the wild, wild pain of solitude
for ’tis a dream, a dream no less
and so I wonder about thee
as my thoughts embrace
the beauty of thine art

as my thoughts embrace
the dream of thine heart …

 

Smile (in the memory of you)

Baby blue sky
in the evening you cry
as the change of coming night
sets your world alight

as the clouds dip and paint
splatter patterns of rustic quaint

as over here and over there
a child’s play of chaotic care

as greyer upon greyer
dusk bustles to add a layer

as in the evening you cry
little baby blue sky

Kiss the sky

How the mind
it falters as it sees
the wonderful balancing act
of the bird
perched upon a green tender finger
resisting gravity
while feeling the age of wood
tremble in its claws

It knows not the ugly side of life
It knows nothing of age
It knows nothing of freedom
It knows nothing of peace
It knows not the future of shadows

Beauty is ugly
simply because ugly is a beautiful creation of chaos
and so beauty is everywhere
and so beauty belongs to all
and so from one moment to the next
keep moving forward
regardless of the shadows and have faith in your future
for does not the unknowing bird
resist the pull of gravity while feeling the pulse of life
quiver through its feathers

It knows not the beauty of life
It knows nothing of happiness
It knows nothing of chaos
It knows nothing of smiles
It knows not the universe of love

In freedom we have the space to know peace
and the happiness to feel love
where on our way to being at one with the universe
to be open, and to be free
we find a truth in life
a truth which says
that there is always a chance to be happy
a chance to be free
and a chance to smile, to live in peace and to love the changes of creation
for does not the unknowing bird
simply release to kiss the sky
and in doing
she kisses herself

How the mind
it falters
as time slips through in whispers
as the bird
catches the eye of the poet
as she releases to kiss the sky
and so the poet
kisses another year, goodbye