The Wait...
Under the round stone
the bluest blue drop
and the reflection of the
magestic African mountain top
Under the window
below the green roof
our flowerbed of hidden love
host sorry seeds dormant in growth
Under the yellow moss
the moist sap within the dark bark
keeping watch as our faces
turn orange in the fire spark
Under the pink sky
the round sinking sun
sleepy in its relaxed state
taunting those who anticipate and have to wait
Under the red dust
an early season growth blade
pushing towards the rebirth
of the human hope wave
Cradle Stick
Cradle me
Cradle my life
Cradle the love I live and lovingly give for free
Tangle me
Tangle my yearnings
Tangle the pleading for meaning beginnings and never endings
Mingle me
Mingle my chatter
Mingle the wine glass candle light and occasional splatter
Snuggle me
Snuggle my need
Snuggle the feeling of wanting to be led and believed
Tingle me
Tingle my passion
Tingle my enthusiasm for a life lived fully with compassion
Darkness Blend
The dark of night hold many a moment of delight
as I lie awake and contemplate
the people I encounter on the journeys I wander
The interesting conclusion come in a speck of moonlight
as I turn on my side and enjoy the soft light magic outside
the open heart laughter by some, make me joyfully ride the crest life tide
The dark gifts to me, music that has no finish or start
as I turn on my back I drink the sound of the deep blue soothing blanket notes
and I embrace the time to not sleep, as Darkness Blend is my nightime friend
Street Princess
Your beauty struck me instantly
Your clothes old and torn
Your feet bare and alone
Your hands begging desperately on a run down street corner throne
Your eyes wary and constantly checking
...I salute you Street Princess beggar so devine
Your bravery struck me instantly
Your head held defiantly high
Your child sleeping exhaustedly before the next hungry cry
Your hips cradling your toddler extended tummy defined
Your eyes unwavering and unblinking
...I salute you Street Princess beggar so devine
Your single minded focus struck me instantly
Your turning the other cheek as some dare to lecture and taunt
Your life harder than hard, while colours paint your night better-life-dreams
Your unencumbered childhood games your only laughing escape
Your thankful eyes pocketing an amount called little-bit-not-nearly-enough
....I salute you Street Princess beggar so devine
On the brink of 1st of September
Spring has sprung
but no new growth buds, yet know where they belong
Lingering winter thoughts
have no summer flowers, yet to deliver the conclusions reached
Mornings tease with soft sunrays
but no flirtatious happiness, yet dominate the human summer mental state
Ocean waves melt iceberg mainstays
but no tropical fish, yet leave to venture into unknown seas
Summer thoughts tease-wink behind the scenes
but no perfume frangrances, yet fill the air to alleviate winter dispair
Wonderment Change
Welcome Stranger
Welcome Back
you stir my night with a haze of danger
as you feed my curiosity hunger
Wild Invite
Wild Darkness
hang in the air
echo inside my mind to follow if I dare
Warm Night
Warm Height
as the certain knowing
flirts with the excitement growing
Warrior Bravery
Warrior Discovery
as we defend a life of meaning
where strangers surprisingly become part of the enlightened change feeling
tango overtures
she stood quite still
beside the water fountain drops of determined will
on the cobbled stoned village road to what needs to now be fulfilled
the notes floated on the lily leaves
the key was a beautiful soft song in A minor followed by E
as she tingled and waited for the scene to unfold
the start of the beginning notes took an uncanny hold
her heart joined the music as the dancers melted into love foretold
the notes fluttered lotus leaf drops
the key precluded everything except the tango which was meant to be
as she drank from the well of a beautiful memory
the sunset flirted with the violin bow while cellos embraced every soul
and she stood quite still in awe of the special thing called her own free will
