The discovery of you

The discovery of you is an illusion

The finding
where you rest before the sunrise
as darkness
a shadow yet to be
heated

mist evaporates from you
from my eyes
to reveal
your exquisite rise and fall
inhale, exhale

and there, you see
is where blindness strikes me
for as you smile
you remove the sun
which shatters the magic

I walk away
to my own falling, failing
as a glance behind
sees flowers growing at your feet
sunrise kissing your hair

a heartbeat
an apprehensive, step
a breathing
of pain
a mirage

never to be kissed

When her silence speaks

When her silence speaks

the rush of
breath
soul
leaf chimes
mulch growth
bark banter
her, mellifluousness

When her silence speaks

lissom creatures begin
their rites
for early morning
awakens the spirit
her spirit

When her silence speaks

nature’s monks
renew the air
spatial awareness

When her silence speaks …

trust begins

Calming the beast

The rain burst through
a behemoth of sound
bringing with it a chill to soak
the bones and wither the souls
of mortal beings
with their rushes and sighs
doorslams and cries
shivers, angst, tears and fears …

The green ones drink
in silence
for this is their time, their silent hour

for nature’s silence is the beautiful sound
of life, her heartbeat, her gift.

They know how to calm the behemoth

While we run and hide
they embrace the storm.

Ancient bones die

I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.

The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale

Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules

Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines

Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise

I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why

ancient bones die.

I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder

where ancient bones sigh.