Rambling Associations

Dream, thought, sleep surrounded
Fenced-in undertows of worlds
As yet undiscovered, near-hovering
From alabaster cloud-constructed pods,
Everlasting breath

Followed a sheepless trail of heather
Grey storming hopeful skies winked rain at us;
My heart of hearts so tenderly evoked, and
These memories I have to tread on,
Ever so very gently.

Made tearful cups of ginger tea
From droplets left on rocks in streams
Too well hidden, too remote from cities, words

Made love from sparkling nights of woe
Felt sodden, cold from feeling all,
Lay down to dream a dream of hope.

Orbit

To write my self a sparkling verse
That shines forever onward,
To where the light of life surrounds
And kindness need not hide.

To twirl my soul onto the core
Where all awkwardness subsides,
And deep within my inner calm
Still deeper me resides.

To speak a word of love so true
It liberates this world I own,
And forfeits not what might have been
When love had left me all alone.

I’d sail on whispers in the night
To shore up anchor in your sight.

Dawn Chorus


My erstwhile dreams of love surround
Our hearts and minds and souls.
Our eagerness at last has found
What satisfies and yet cajoles.

Inspired to ever greater heights,
We live and love and breathe.
Fixed clearly, hope within our sights
Our inner selves we now unsheathe.

Stricken by our sense of glee,
Pale sorrow takes to flight.
In love, our love-filled eyes can see
A world of life and light.

One heart speaks to its counterpart,
United, they make the night depart.

South Land

What on earth lies yet ahead?
The will to discover where I'm from,
Whispers, snippets of half-embraced memories,
Yellowing photographs in sticky summer drawers,
My first bank book with Donald Duck on the front,
Dad building his ~our~ own house;
Wood and nails and persperation,
Australian sun scorches my eager mind,
Even before I get there.

Lift

An eye upon an ogre sky,
I left my world once more to fly.
To soar ahead of mortal stresses
And feel the breeze’s sweet caresses.

An ear would hear what would remain
Of tired mind and urban brain.
To feast upon the heavens’ sound;
Such revelry is seldom found.

A hand reached out to touch another,
My love or guide; my arcane mother.
To feel once more connected to
What breathes in and believes in you.

Upon the brightest waves we rode
On Pegasus to your abode.

Sonnet 12


I wearied like a turmoil shroud,
Far from soothing voices.
My mind was darkened by a cloud
That left me with few choices;

One to leave and sever hope,
Never to return to life.
Something weak within would grope
And say farewell to ceaseless strife.

The other was to persevere,
To greet each coming day anew.
Endeavour to become sincere
And let my eager heart pursue ~

~the dreams I held to be forlorn
Within my sustenance were born.

Dark Flowers Beckon

I broke the heavens with a smile
That fashioned forth a thunderstorm.
What once was love could still beguile,
And memories take shapely form.

She moved like clouds upon the sky;
A floating dream of carefree bliss.
Within her heart I’d simply die
If I could not have her dearest kiss.

Words were whispers; sweet and clear
And in within the night we’d hide.
All of love’s creation near,
Darkness would at last subside.

Morning was a smile renewed.
Flowers; lovers not pursued.

Watching a Life
 
With its innate peril, the gentle shortcomings,
The much-loved flaws reflected thus so sweetly,I dream of life as it could be;
Joyously serene, a cup runneth over for all and sundry,
Diversity celebrated rather than feared in vain,
Rain drenching long-parched soil,
Sun gently warming, stirring up stray seed
Then
Something fine and new slowly flowering.

Cloud Maiden
 
Sweetness that carries from great light winds,
Your dress a reminiscence of feathers;
Aloft on dreams alive and light,
A trail of blissful incantations.
You’re forever just having left,
Leaving me here
Forever wishing
You would reappear.

Synchronize

When viewed from an eternity
How is it that I am alive?
From the source to this modernity;
What wills that I survive?

So many souls have gone before,
A myriad of hearts and minds.
After me, so many more,
And he who seeks, he finds.

I must be instantly aware
That this time is for me.
And live my days with even care;
Breathe in to live and Be.

Like grains of sand in a dusty glass
These days like a thousand pass.

Dream to Soothe a Working Mind

The world was a place of tranquil bliss,
The serenest welcoming of mirth.
The coldest heart could not dismiss,
A garden of love; this ancient earth.

Small creatures played with ferocious beasts
While gulls sang like sweet birds of song.
Men and women enjoyed week-long feasts,
And love was the sun; glowing and strong.

Peace was a word whispered with a smile
And truth nothing to write home about.
No need to deride or even revile,
Worship was love; eloquent, devout.

The dream made flesh in a flash of the Eye,
All longings fulfilled even before we die.

Whispers

Where but in that hopeful dream
Could love find refuge still?
As shimmers on a moonlit stream
Dance to and fro at will.

The word is whisper’d with great care,
The night surrenders soon.
One heart so big that we could share
And greet this honeymoon.

Caresses touch my inmost need,
The world is left there standing,
Lust is merely love’s own greed
Yet proves to be demanding.

Breeze of ages floats around
Flowing thoughts of bliss.
Music that at last has found
Perfection in your kiss.

I wish upon the brightest stars;
Tiaras in the sky ~
That Venus will seduce old Mars
And that love will not die.

Somewhere Else My Dream Belongs

'Tis not in this timid inner hemisphere,
Where ogres of the mind lurk dimly.
In a night that engenders my semi-fear
my Light is distorted so grimly.

The spark in my dream whispers sweetly
Of higher, most noble of notions.
And slowly, my spirit, discreetly,
Shows me how to greet my devotions.

At dawn, just before, sounds a bird;
Pure form, and serene, eloquently ~
Darkness retreats at this lyrical word:
In Your hands I place my faith now so gently.

Sound that stills a raging heart,
Denotes that nothing is apart.

Song for Laura

Where evening sun’s farewell pervades
A heart that longs for fantasy,
And moonlight soon will soothe the shades
That crowd upon my ecstasy ~

‘Tis here my mind must wander lonely,
A vessel on a moribund course.
Tempting fate to rage and stone me,
I attempt to once more find my source.

What made me this day this morose
Is what once happened, years ago.
No reasoning is so verbose
That with it all my hurt would flow.

Fate, a master cruel and kind
Would always know me here to find.

Of These Three

Tears of heaven, left to burn
Fiercely into ancient soul.
Watch stars ignite with awesome might
And so much still for me to learn.

Words of comfort smoulder gently,
Long after the hurt has waned.
Kindnesses spread all around,
With one small gesture much is gained.

Dreams of interweaving hopes,
Sorrows melt like first dew droplets.
Sin and Laughter play together,
Tumble down from Spring’s green slopes.

Be a guiding star to some:
Live a world of love to come,

Watching you,
Fall asleep,
I give in.

Overhead,
Underneath,
All around.

Silently,
Night moves in,
Time of dreams.

She believes,
Me to be
Her true love.

22 October 1999, Gouda

The dream pervades
the twilight shades
while overhead
the moon seems dead
and underneath
the once-green heath
downtrodden lies..

Dawn Bliss

I dream of you
looking at me;
so close, so very near,
only to wake up
and see you looking at me;
so near, so very close.

Haven

Where dreams alight to freedom found,
As welcome melodies pervade,
Is where my love and I are bound
By lofty glare and earthly shade.

Grove of oak-leaved whispers hides
Lovers strange and overjoyed.
We washed up on some ancient tides
Which modern life had not destroyed.

Arrived at last; this distant shore
Was always within sight.
We'd lie and dream for evermore;
Made happiness our plight.

One word for love, one love the word,
We speak the love no one has heard.

Ommekeer

In vroeger jaren placht ik bij tijd en wijle
De hemel zelve te bestormen.
Kon niet langer zuchten, dralen;
Mijn wereld mocht nochtans vervormen.

Ik schreeuwde dag en nacht om ontij,
Vreesde niets dan wat me deren kon.
Leefde luid en stout en vrij,
Genoot van elk facet dat ik verzon.

Niets dan duisternis vervreemdde
Mijn werkelijkheid van diepste ziel.
Ik voelde me een ware ontheemde,
Levensmoe; dat scheen mijn stiel.

Nooit, nee nooit kijk ik weerom,
Houd mij voor het verleden dom.
Wat eens zich voordeed is nu slechts schijn
En doet zich voor als zoete pijn.

Forlorn, the eagerness returns
to stalk once more my open mind,
encapsulates the dimlit vaults
of what once breathed life and love.

Day Break

Ablaze in a maze of my own devising,
suprising no one but my higher self,
with petty pity for my own hurt feelings,
slowing down my upward advance,
all the while in tune with resentment fuelled,
harshness embraced, eagerness quenched.
Aghast at my limitless self-imposed limitness,
stressed out squabbling heart-wrenching heart,
always murmuring, rarely helpful.

I glance at myself like this, sideways,
too unkeen to really see,
this ogre-small, inelegant
vivid side of me.

Hours, Minutes, Lifetimes

Dream, hastily moved an inch
Trenchcoat warfare, silent rumours
Faster than a lightning bullit
Creeps a long-detested thought.

Longing


Near-perfect hues of pink and blue
evaporate before my eyes.
Painstakingly I must pursue
this colour fate; this canvas prize.

I walk within a mirrored cloud,
upon a velvet moss.
endeavour to cast off this shroud
remove my soul from earth-bound dross.

To climb and not descend again
and feel the sun's warm golden arms.
The silver screen behind the rain;
the end to nervous, small alarms.

Scale


Stagnant tendrils of surrender
sleep within a pupil's eye.
Post-haste post returns to sender
resigned to fate; my lullaby.

Solvent streams of liquid gold
forever dreaming lonely dreams.
Amber shine that lures the bold
sleep is all that's left, it seems.

Surreptitious serpent traces,
slow repentance now surrounds,
like Ourobouros self-embraces,
lingering forgotten sounds.

Perchance

Fortune lingers, smiles abound,
Awkward tones of lust are found
Where memories last into night
And feeble resonance takes flight.

Silver colours, window panes
Still denoting snow-slushed stains.
Covered thoughts of yesterday
Still cling on; they need to stay.

Overhead, the sky belongs
To some ancient hopeful songs.
Dead of night come if you will,
Soothe my frenzied heart and still.

Request Bequest

Mesmerized, our star takes form,
Shaped by myriad serpent rainbow dreams,
Worlds of weary wisdom, near-lucky afterthoughts,
Revelatory breathing, and
Overt smiling optimism.

Codes like shreds of half-forgotten washing,
Hickups like hip-happy echoes,
Nights wasted in communal drownings
Of cynism; always too temporary,
Mornings not embraced yet hallowed.

Music invades like armies of sweetness,
Wolves lie down and cry no longer;
Not for moons covered in dark cloud dresses.
No loneliness survives
Such sheer lyrical melody.

Curtains of hope open wide and thoroughly eagerly,
Keen to envelop a world that might~
After all,
Things being said and done,
At the very end of the day~
Not be so entirely bad at all.

Velvet Gloss

Unfolding red carpet unrolling for miles,
with the signs and the symbols directing my mind.

Simple syntactic cloud formations form
unravelling patterns in cloudburst and storm.

Wild wicked hurricane goes where it will
sanctuary's ghost leaves a stone left unturned.

I go into night with a heart showing fear
somehow my own dream will refuse to come near.

Bemusement


To dream a dream that was forgotten,
Re-emerge and surface yet.
The life with which we were besotten;
On which no mortal sun may set.

To breathe the breath that spans the mind,
Inviolate and brazen, free.
The treasures we knew we would find
And never closer; destiny.

Nightshade

Some things merge
and everchange,
perceive, deceive, and
rearrange..all that ever was,
or is likely somehow
to be.

Somewhere
from within the well,
bubbling baroque voices
giggle,
conspire to tempt the lonely wanderer
down, deeper down.

Dreary half-dead street dogs bark;
long forgotten, never cared for,
yet too basic to be lonely.
Beside a silver pool
they take the moon for a mirror.

Distant daylight dreams appear;
dispersing thoughts of yesterday
and casting off shreds of darkness
left behind by another smiling night.

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Serenade

I gaze upon thine inner face;
A world of love-bound glee.
I tremble as my steps retrace
And fingers touch thy knee.

Thy treasures are a myriad
Of pleasures quite astounding.
Our labyrinthal Illiad
With lust and love abounding.

We approach each other quietly,
The night shades us from harm.
I caress thy tresses piously
And raise thy soft alarm.

Those lips were soaked in honey-wine,
Mellow fingers linger long.
Kisses placed; a coded sign,
My buoyancy grows strong.

Invited to thy warm embrace
We shiver a quiver divine.
Our rhythms quicken, then retrace
And glide along the spine.

Thoughts collide, turn inside out,
Worlds unfold while stars ignite.
Our bodies prove to be devout,
Exchanging prisms of delight.

Later, as the twilight groans
We willingly surrender.
I watch her as her dreaming moans,
Vow always to defend her.

Nordic Image

Stretched the lonely forlorn road
Ways entangled within woods
Ancient cold and frostbite lingers
Somewhere calls a sprite forgotten

Lights that green along a sky
So vast the heart must feeble keen
Nowhere ice like this remains
Such isolated bliss unseen

Tales and pagan ways are smitten
Forces of the otherworld
The myriads and dazzling beings
Still entice by stagnant pools.

The Garden

Restricted to the garden
We willingly remain.
Our love is pure and ardent,
From evil we refrain.

Evicted from the garden
We sought to find a way.
Our souls must even harden
Or we would go astray.

We gathered flowers in the rain,
Dreamt up loving things to say
That would soothe our mortal pain,
And return us to our play.

In the sky appeared an eye,
Smiled down upon our lives.
And whenever we would cry,
Remember something pure survives.

As love hurt and Spring returned
We lived the lessons life had learned.

Dream Song

You made the world appear a dream,
In which the word was love.
We rode upon a starlit beam
Towards the moon above.

We played within the tranquil sea;
A shallowness of wonder.
We blessed our serendipity
Of meeting somewhere yonder.

This night was fashioned from the past;
All mixed up old emotions.
Our fine escape could never last,
We’d feed on higher notions.

I brought you with me, to my heart
Where we would never be apart.

Ode to a Lady

My lady is a timid rose,
So sweet and strong and free.
She offers me sublime repose;
Returns my soul to me.

A fragrance that denotes so much
Softly comes my way.
She never uses words as such,
We sense; no need to say -

- to what degree we are entangled,
Vines along one stem.
Once held notions have been angled,
We vow to not condemn.

Her garden is my sphere of love,
A refuge from all gloom.
Scarlet petals rain from above
And kiss my former doom.

Serenade

I gaze upon thine inner face;
A world of love-bound glee.
I tremble as my steps retrace
And fingers touch thy knee.

Thy treasures are a myriad
Of pleasures quite astounding.
Our labyrinthal Illiad
With lust and love abounding.

We approach each other quietly,
The night shades us from harm.
I caress thy tresses piously
And raise thy soft alarm.

Those lips were soaked in honey-wine,
Mellow fingers linger long.
Kisses placed; a coded sign,
My buoyancy grows strong.

Invited to thy warmest embrace
We shiver a quiver divine.
Our rhythms quicken, then retrace
And glide along the spine.

Thoughts collide, turn inside out,
Worlds stretch while stars ignite.
Our bodies prove to be devout,
Exchanging liquid pearls of light.

Later, as the twilight groans,
We willingly surrender.
I watch her as her dreaming moans,
Vow always to defend her.

Clarity's Charm


Love; that highest star ignited,
Coveted prize and jewel unblemished.
Rest my heart now it be requited
And fill my soul too long cold and famished.

Hope; the strength to look beyond
The truth of all things silence-bound.
As ever the mortal remains as fond
Of what endures and has been found.

Faith; the Voice that guides me near,
Leads away from hurt and lies.
Relinquishes my smouldering fear,
Smiles at Pride who still defies.

Lessons are learned at the cost of mistakes,
Love lends a hand when my will power breaks.