Missing Melbourne

Winter 2019 at the corner of Collins Street and King Street, Melbourne.

You walked in the busy city, stopping to wait for the right light.
A quick snap below of what’s above, reminds you of Winter’s day.

Looking back, you stare at the image of Melbourne town.
There is a silent way about the grey; a stillness in the sky.

Perhaps you will again see Melbourne moving on a winter’s day.

Blossom and Bone

under the soil.

you lay under the soil surrounded by the sounds of insects moving and water soaking into the soil.

under the soil, there is a wooden box.

you lay in the wooden box with roses that once blossomed and bloomed, yet now lay in petrified pieces upon your chest.

under the soil alone

you remain perfect in your chest of what once bloomed so beautiful and bright.

under the soil your blossom and bone.

you remain silent and still as the stars and the moon sing their song to you.

The Red Flower

You are far from me
Yet you are so close to me

Your hand touches me
Yet you are continents away

I saw you that day we connected
It was being inside your head

Your alarm was mine
Yet you embraced our special gift

I know your thoughts and you mine
It was the fates playing

You’re with me until the fates know
Yet I love you being here

I touch you with lips to your heart
It turned our spirits alight

You showed me the red flower
Yet you never said a word

I vowed to meet you in a week
It was the happiest words

You vowed to meet me in a week
Your happiness ripples
I cannot speak
It is done