poetry – C & K

I, You

Where the blue meets the grey,
between those rain cloud colours,
that is where I will meet you.

You roll in the grass; too much Spring.

Spatula dancing in the kitchen to a musical sugar high.

Living inside became your thang; love the life of a hip hermit.

A green smell from next door, vibing in an imaginary taxi, rich and dramatic.

You wake up flat in the backyard.

The world will be well
Lay down your head and listen
to the lullaby
There is no ending today
and no beginning tomorrow

Sleep will soon take you
Dreams of dragons and magic
Sweet dreaming, dear one
There is magic in today
Wonder in tomorrow

Sitting on the sand,
soaking up the sea;
Salty inspiration.

A sun-kissed day.

A light breeze moves the grass in sea waves.

The long grass resists the mower blades, as the yellow-flowered weeds lament never seeing the bees again.

A shiver reminds me that Winter wants to hold on, yet Spring is here to stay.

Hidden from judgemental eyes,
sitting within the wooden place.

Rigid and scared about what is to come,
you hear a soothing voice ask you about
the nature of your day and your dreams.

Hearing nothing from beyond,
only you sit within this place.

The scent of roses is strong,
visions of scent move before your eyes,
and
the different lights modulate and pulse.

The scent calms your fears;
love and kindness replace dark thoughts
of original sin and destruction.

You relax and fall away,
gone from the wooden place of torture and
out into the wild world.

I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.

It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.

Saturday is going too fast.