Falling into your tired
and gentle eyes,
I found in you a
resonating thread
just glowing
like illuminations
from the silver moon
through the clear,
stark window pane.
I looked with my
humming heart at you,
and then moon,
in her vibrant wisdom,
threaded and melded
our sacred sounds with
the eternal line of time.
Time – which has
no beginning and no end
and asks nothing of we two
but to simply be
Love’s Song.
Fantasy of an Old Girl
There is a playground
in my comedic soul,
where heart and bone,
muscle and blood
come together like
Cow jumping over Moon….
pirouetting like a deer.
Little dogs do always laugh
when I lollop on by,
trying to catch a
dishy old dish and
spooning round spoon….
Ah…. an ageing old girl
catches the tail of that moon;
It’s the quickest way to heaven.
Dedicated to Peter Thompson, The Old Boy
Contrapuntal Chatterings
Gentle joy
quiet, still, steady.
Words wander in
my mind preparing
to be ‘fit for purpose’.
Layers of words
dart in and out
wanting to be heard
desperate to be written.
Salubrious, sensual shining
contrapuntal streams
want to flow colour
around my little world.
The moon waxing high
washes a gleaming light
into my dancing eyes.
It lights my path ahead
and I am blessed,
me and my little life.
Crystal Night
Crystal night- blue sky tonight. Winds quite still – rain long ceased as moon two thirds full, waxes over Hall Farm. High in the sky she smiles, teasing me homeward in my old, green motor. She seems to drive herself this car of mine, under such cool and luminous incandescence.
This night is for lovers of the deepest passions. Come moon – peel back our fears – the stars are your friends, the sky is full of your wizardry. We dance to your tunes, Hearts naked.
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