a solitary figure stands on the lakeshore
lost in deep contemplation
the many shadows take her thoughts
feeling subtle vibrations
so many hidden details in the landscape
revealing differences within
the sound of birds singing their song
looking into her reflection
Spinning tales in the darkness,
as you sleep and dream loudly.
I blamed you for taking my dreams,
as you look at me hurting so much.
You said I took your dreams from you,
for meeting me changed you so much.
In paper dreams you and I are one;
looking for light we cannot find.
You fly into the blue
Another journey to somewhere
while I remain nowhere
As you fly into the blue
An engine gives a cough
The cargo bounces about
You text me of love
A strange message from you
I text back words of love
They say the plane crashed slow
Hundreds of lives frozen in terror
My heart broke into love shards
You died in that crash
Going into the green
As it rained falling fruit
Painting by Mercedes Granel, “Falling Fruit.”
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine brighter than the light
Goose flesh from the strings
The notes gather momentum
Motion in the sea
Warmth from the fire
We sit in woollen slippers
Watching the day fall away
Baked bread, butter and honey
Biscuits with cup and saucer tea
Baking ourselves in warmth all-day
Just one look
Desire is a four-letter word
Touched before flesh touches flesh
Years of understanding in a kiss
A master craftsman moulded them together
There’s nowhere to hide emotions
They know each other too well
Feelings from the inside and the outside
The music becomes louder and louder
She becomes the arching
He moves like a bow
The smell of rosin fills the air
Broken horsehair everywhere
