She offers up to my senses,
A cornucopia of memories,
Creased lines on the old city’s face
I have helped etch.
Her streets echo yet,
With faded laughter,
I trace my fingers
Across the lines
On my old lovers brow,
Each a walk taken,
Enveloped in her benign arms.
Has it been another life already,
My ageless wonder…
A treasure discovered,
A prayer compiled,
In concert with a desire,
One with shore sight,
A sight for sore eyes,
Strolling thoughts
Footprints upon my soul,
Walk safely in the light of wisdom.
On crashing waves,
Fairies of light sway,
Their tune a cadence,
Of the song of the private river of ages.
A prayer of fairies,
Starry wands aglow,
Bearing gifts of plenty-
An upward gaze,
Parting cloud curtains,
Drops of rain, each a gem.
A single benign preserve of,
A kind word, a soaring trill,
Thoughts of care, turn to smiles.
A bounty,
Of emotional, spiritual benevolence.
Peace,
Rained upon each world,
Weary with care…
Come, sway with my soul,
Sing peans to paradise,
Eyes carpet the road beyond.
How many versions do you see,
Is yours any different now,
Than the one you ever saw in me,
Carving blossoms,
Craving certitude.
Come, sway with my soul,
A puppet on a smouldering string…
Slow, tender, close in an intimate embrace,
A waltz on the spiral of a trembling leaf in the early morning breeze,
Jouful moments of movement,
Alive in a dance of luminescence,
Leaving a trace of inexhaustible lightness upon the ground; Footprints of ardour
in the sunlight; a mellow shower of cascading delight,
Alternating between the gentle cream of wheat awaiting harvest, and
a crescendo of molten gold.
Soaked in bliss; this emotion of harmony, enchantment and laughter,
I give myself up to your love.
You dig beneath the surface,
Releasing the ecstasy trapped within,
Set me free,
Your music, an unending source of marvel,
Plays upon the ray of sunshine
piercing my mortal being.
Ah! You have come for my soul,
I give up with grace,
To ascend the spiral,
Of immortal passions…
Rippled reflections on a walk in the rain,
A solitary, floating, wandering cloud
Chasing shadows.
Drop kissed lashes
washed afresh,
A view new
Green, serene,
Petrichor wings lift the mind
Adrift
A soaring kite
A toy
An embodiment of joy.
Beauty expressed as truth,
Splashing wonder of a benign awakening
The gurgling brook
Within the whisper of the kite- string bond,
Quietude in togetherness found
Turning tempest into calm.
Then,
A mosaic of delight, the night
Waltzing under a silver light
Footsteps slide, alongside
In a silent glide.
And
The embrace of freedom in a thousand showers of tinkling wind-chime peals
An illumination of being,
The voyage of life
In one salutation of a trembling leaf in the rain.
Rippled reflections on a walk in the rain…
To End The Day:
What is joy
Asked the bee,
Anything that can enchant my soul
The flower replied.
The abandoned petal laughed
Said,
Brutus was his happiness
He was Caesar.
For promises that grow
In marshes,
To a pristine river to flow,
Such are the ones
We hope to believe,
To drown in, of disbelief,
Deep below.
There prevails the dawn
Hope
To herald a dusk
Of darkness beyond,
A whisper from therein,
“Rise, wise; arise,”
Look for a promise,
In the dead of the night.
Still your heart; Stay your mind
Unto your soul, be kind
Promises to the wind,
May well be, are never pinned
Love is right, calm the whirlwind…
