The receding stars
Born into the world fresh, whole
Slowly fragmenting
Poetry | Stories | Photography
The receding stars
Born into the world fresh, whole
Slowly fragmenting
the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
Moving into the night,
looking to the light of the moon.
Many colours the sky,
luminous copper pink seawater.
Missing your warmth,
listening to the waves we loved.
Magical sea like stars,
lights connect our sea and sky.


Standing under the sky
with you by my side.
The stars dance for us;
everything’s in motion.
Someone will promise
you everything desired.
I promise you nothing
in this moment in time.
We know not when the
hour will strike us down,
so I stand beside you.
weighed down by duty
constrained by formality
you retreat from sight
contemplating the roses
gazing upon the free stars
I bid you Adieu
See you when the sunset ends
Speaking to the stars
Run Away with me
Dance on a cloud, touch the stars
On the moon, we sit
The hot desert sand.
Walking upon the sand of
countless burning rays.
The hot desert day turns to
night, as we worship the stars.
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.