Naked as a petal
Dawn’s moon, cold light
naked up there throughout the morning
barely visible, barely moving
silent
palest blue, palest grey
Dawn’s moon, meadow sky
naked as a petal
Dawn’s moon, cold light
naked up there throughout the morning
barely visible, barely moving
silent
palest blue, palest grey
Dawn’s moon, meadow sky
naked as a petal
a rose is nothing but a reflection of you
as it sheds its petals
to reveal your perfect heart
how the rain sings on my windows
reminds me of the joy
in my soul as you smile
you are the nature of this time
bringing a spiritual essence
to warm the solitude of mine
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
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
Specks of tree sap highlighted
as the morning sun splashes against each droplet
Jewels of blood
from wooden hearts
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.
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.