Sweet ethereal
feelings of bygones
moving through
your musical days.
Memories
Photo – Thensure Yang
Memories move through my mind,
reminding me of what we used to do.
Sunday times at Lake Tinaroo,
when a paddleboat fit more than two.
A Summer’s day at Yorkeys Knob,
swimming in nets and dreaming away.
Looking at this view I remember
all the remade childhood good times.
Yet the bad dreams move away,
just like the fade of this soft short day.
The Mist
Standing still
feeling the mist
as the forest breathes
in the coming of winter
Dancing on the edge
Daydreams take hold playing a reel of
what could have been of my little life.
Couching and cooking won’t help my
waistline, nor stop the movies playing.
Succumbing to the reel of many fantasies,
I sit for hours unaware of the time of day.
Daydreams play themselves until the end,
yet I remain the same person I once was.
Idle, I didn’t realise holding on to a dream
could mean losing the one I love the most.
Daydreams
Daydreams take hold playing a reel of
what could have been of my little life.
Couching and cooking won’t help my
waistline, nor stop the movies playing.
Succumbing to the reel of many fantasies,
I sit for hours unaware of the time of day.
Daydreams play themselves until the end,
yet I remain the same person I once was.
Idle, I didn’t realise holding on to a dream
could mean losing the one I love the most.
Father & Son
“It’s so grey. See the rain?”
“Yes. Do you see the way the grey extinguishes the last of the light?”
“I do. Son, the grey is beautiful. It reminds me of your Mother before the desolation of her life.”
“Dad, how sentimental you’ve become today.”
“Your Mother always knew my heart.”
Hydrangea Heart
Spring has come to your heart, yet I sit here in my Winter world wondering what you’re doing with all of those so-called, “friends”.
I love you, yet you are like a Hydrangea in bloom. Your love will last from early spring to late Autumn, yet it never sustains the Winter.
Earth Sounds
The sounds are muffled by vision,
so we close our eyes and listen.
The Earth’s sounds vibrate unending
as the location dictates the intensity.
With eyes closed, the wind whistles
through the hills of green to grey.
A chorus of cows moo and grumble,
and then the birds chime and chirp around.
With eyes closed, the ground disappears
as the seashore comes closer and closer.
Sea waves move and splash as the cold
winds of the North take us far away.
Held for so long, we stay there for a time,
not realising the hills have darkened and
night has come to our Winter wonderland.
Yet the sea still calls us back from the hills,
always calling us back to her cold shores.
Ten Words: String & Cat
To the string,
jumping in the air,
knocking over porcelain.
Becoming Glass
Stumbling upon a clearing;
Standing, she doesn’t move.
Unclothed, she is all glass,
as the sunlight becomes her.
Nothing warned me to turn
from the vision of Elven light.
Blue glass eyes pierce my heart,
as the sea begins to move me.
Rays of sunlight move her parts,
then she touches my skin softly.
Now I change,
for I am becoming glass.
Nothing left of my body,
yet the light gets brighter.
We touch.
She becomes human,
now I am glass.
C & K 