A buzz from a bee;
the warmth of an early autumn day.
Lapping water;
the boat moves to the river’s tempo.
Sloped vineyards;
watching the way they line the mountain.
Wishing for frost;
a longing for iced wine, cheese, and you.
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A buzz from a bee;
the warmth of an early autumn day.
Lapping water;
the boat moves to the river’s tempo.
Sloped vineyards;
watching the way they line the mountain.
Wishing for frost;
a longing for iced wine, cheese, and you.
It is cold today.
A cold grey day.
Walking wounded after touching the trees, she sits awhile.
Now, a wounded healer, the trees will restore her strength.

It’s unforgettable to see you in dreams.
The way you move when the sea touches you.
How you touch my parts without touching my flesh;
you’re in my dreams, yet you’ll never be my reality.
fading in the light
or
falling in the dark
she sees her reflection in the mirror
and
it is different from the photographs
her distorted mirror
of
her delusional mind

A favourite dress
jealous friend splashed paint about
A little ruined
You were a significant part of their world
then, you went into vanishment, obscurity
You were too late for a sad sideward glance
a last look from afar to remember that body

The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers
Sakura creeps to
find a friend in the warm sun
and in the spring blue

THE BEGINNING The vanishment; noisy, crowded streets become quiet. Alone, I can hear the sea wind songs; listening to the sea. The voice of Odin calls from afar, or is it Poseidon? The force of ancient strings prickles the skin; visions of forests and wolves. The streets fill up once more, and the water from the grey clouds buckets down to cause chaos. The beginning of a journey. You are standing there waiting for me, yet we have never met before.
a place of tranquillity
a longing for colour
the sea and wind sing
the birds join the song
those pinks and blues
those lights at sunset
fills a heart made of glass
fills your heart-shaped glass
a desirable ending
a desirable longing
