Seas separate us;
many places and spaces
between both of us.
Separated by the sea,
an invisible link, one.

Poetry | Stories | Photography
Seas separate us;
many places and spaces
between both of us.
Separated by the sea,
an invisible link, one.

Walking with respect
for the trees feel the cool winds
Whispering winter

An unused window,
head down, bum up,
working the day away.
Working long hours,
paying off a house,
a little piece we own.
We toil for those times,
sitting alone or together;
watching the sunset
pass from colours to
whatever night brings.

Watching the water
Cool crystal clear water flows
towards downriver
Cupping your hands around them
Watching the Tadpoles dancing
You moved me to think
Yesterday I was consumed
by shiny trinkets
Today I think about things
I question the news, my life
Oh, my divine, sweet love!
Oh, how you burn for me!
Your loveth steams so hot.
Your breath burns my lips.
Oh, my sweet kettle of love.
Oh, my hot teabag activator.
My sweet tea cosy covered.
My lovely kettle of kindness.
The cows retreated
hidden behind the thick fog
Feeling the blanket
Time for work seems far away
Lost in the Bimble dreaming
I remember the way she moved
Blueberry stained lips
Warm fruit-flavoured skin
A flash of skin on high
Sitting authentically in the sun
Feeling things I could not fathom
Filling me with meadow hopes
Twinkling in the sun and the grey
I remember her on a carefree day
Between green and grey
you dance when no one is looking
feeling the lush wetness of moss, grass
moving within the rain beckoning wind
rolling about as grass gets into your hair
Sun-kissed cobblestones
terracotta places reminiscent of Italy
Plain trees longingly moving
feeling the heat of the clear azure day
coffee and cake on my own
Sunlight sends a scent
memories rush back from Gardenia days
thoughts of love, Jasmine
Forgetting my obligations
sipping coffee and watching people pass by
Lost in a dreamscape alone