Sister brother
Be my friend
We’re not strangers
But gaze at each
Other
Mirrored and
Different ends
Of the same One
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Illuminated Evening
Some illuminated evening
when the lights are all aglow
we will sit and sip the fragrance
of each other’s company
and these,
the warm lit faces,
that we know.
Say It
There is something
being said
in this little world
we live in.
We are all
intimately connected.
Every thing we do
reverberates
at frequencies
We cannot know.
Thinking of You in the Grey Blue
Travelling in the grey grey blue,
The light is dark
And
A column of tears is
hanging overhead.
Travelling in the grey, grey blue, just thinking of you
Am I as good as dead?
Traveling on the grey grey blue
The days are passing and there’s nothing new;
No news
No sun, no shine
only grey, grey blue,
I’ve got the grey grey blue
Just thinking
Of you.
You didn’t tell me when
You’re coming back.
You left so matter of fact,
left me half asleep and half awake;
Can’t take this heartache
Got the grey, grey blue,
Just waiting for you.
Wondering if
and when
you’re ever coming back
I got the grey, grey blue just thinking
Of you.
You said you’d never leave,
Said I’d never have to grieve,
But here I am.
You left me In the grey grey blue – promises untrue.
Wondering if and when
you’re coming back
I got the grey grey blue just thinking
Of you.
I’m just travelling through,
That grey, grey blue just
Thinking of you.
Fragrant Night
Joyous
Fragrant night
Without a care
In the company
Of friends and blood
On a winding path
With music and a
Wafting scent of lilac
In the air.
Gift Transformation
I give you the
solitude
Of my heart,
Hoping it may blossom into
A wild bouquet of flowers , into a sudden buzz of cicadas,
Or the sound of ocean waves
Against some lost shore at night.
Backyards
In everyone’s backyard
If you listen closely
You can
hear the sound
of Hearts,
seeds,
Breaking wide, and
Rising through
The earth to
Open once again
In a full view.
The Boatman Ages
The boatman’s black hair
has grown long
And his beard a peppered grey
His body has grown thin and older
But he still plays
His oar turned mandolin
and keeps his many golden secrets
as he sits and moves across the
shore.
A Poetry of Flowers
Compose poetry
In a language of flowers
Each Coloured Petal
A fragile,
Delicate stroke ;
Bouquet sent
A faint scent of lily,
A hint of Gardenia,
A love of soul
ever present;
A pure and hidden secret
Beyond life.
The Boatman Sits Peacefully
The boatman
Sits peacefully
Cross legged
On the shore,
Strumming
Strings
Looking both
Left and right
with his
Golden eyes
Aflame.
PWChaltas 