Sea of Starlight

In the middle of burnt dirt
with the odd Mulga
lookin’ like unbrushed hair.

We don’t dare fan the flames
of the dead ones
out here in this no law land.

In burning heat, we suffer
through thoughts
muddled into dirt and sky.

We wish for cold grey skies
with kept trees
lookin’ like English Butlers.

In the outback, we wonder
about the dead
as the daylight turns to night.

We stand sipping hot water
with muddled
feelings about this old land.

Outside we look towards the
sea of starlight
in this dark open landscape.

We remove all traces of the
spaces between
us as we finally understand.

A Divide

You were all about those pretty pools
filtered into oblivion on social media.

I preferred violent seas, as the sound
of waves crashing made me feel alive.

You could never understand those
violent seas and I could never understand
your love for pretty pools in paradise.

I stood on the shore of a storm raging
sea while you watched from a pretty pool;
I walked into the sea and found home.

Drifting Away

A sea smell drifts across the street, into my room, and I am called towards the waves.
Drifting along with my favourite thongs and my togs, off I float away.
The sea sounds sing a song of waves, boats, humans, and the thrill of another day.
Dipping a toe, then a foot, then my whole I am lost in amongst waves.