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.