I match the sky with light-blue sighs,
thoughts that whistle with the wind.
I hear the seagulls' eerie cries,
turn to memory; awkward, kind.

I walk the plank with head held high,
waters ripple deep below.
Angels whisk me up to fly,
whereto I can't know..

Self, unravelled willingly,
trees and stone erections stare
through firmish forests of self-doubt,
outwardly content to remain kind and thoughful,
the centre revolved around a fragile vortex.
Fatefully reclined lie dreams of realisation,
equate the ebb and flow of life with love;
its forever changing cycles, moods turned
inside and out; staring, gazing at what the world's become,
hum of vacant gossip, served up as mindless entertainment.
Deliriously happy. Times move along like willing ancient friends,
always there with me, along the way, the ups and downs,
smiles and frowns. And ever ready for gentle repartee.

Dreams seem seamless tenuous bounderies
between you and I, skies and oceans below
knowing and feeling, sharing, caring and taking charge
of what-I-do-not-know..

Trail

Sleep keeps you and I in love
Mystic garlands weave above
Daylight dreams and lust-filled sighs
Silken smooth; these passion cries.

Dawn approaches with a smile
These rays sure have their own cool style
Clouds of white to accentuate
The break of day is never late.

Afternoon, the world works on
Fresh the window winds flow in
Our thoughts are back in Babylon
A hanging garden to grow in.

One for one, the words unravel
Single phonemes left to ponder
My soul and your heart set out to travel
Discover our own world of wonder.

Stark are the warnings they write in the sand
the ominous waves that roll over this land.
Dreams may unfold in a wink of an eye,
silver the vultures that soar in the sky.
Long lines of soldiers; their hands in the air
foul is the stench and nothing seems fair.
Robust metal engines move over the plains
impoverished farm hands cry out for the rains.
The push of the button, the scan on the screen
technology whispers, the agony's scene.
Wise men who lament the loss of the right
innocense screams to the heavens tonight..

Gargantuan dreams reap silent promise
susceptible recepticle of unquenched longing
surviving a life unfit for a king
bird song and eventide, ominous sting
fervently moving the waves up and down
sand dunes and water, embracing a frown
nothing moves, no thing remains still
undressed are the ages, persist though I will.