Apples and Oranges

As the eager sun of blissful impatience drifts freely with the wisest stars

And the loving moon of ages waves a loving hello in a voice that sings

A child starts his bygone crawl from mystic lands afar

Owning magic legs and incandescent angel wings

He lands in baron farmlands, in dusty paddocks great

And in a frozen breath begins to take his first steps

Teasing the ambivalent writers of capricious, enchanted fate

Writing with the most dolorous of ink, spawned from tears wept

In cocooned trees of emerald, he climbs too fast for day

Houses of solemn safety built from dust in mighty hands –

Words come to life and begin to bravely pave

A path that in bold writing, appears to be so grand

His mother leans in slowly, like the docking of gorgeous ships

Tucking this young cherub safely in his bed

A siren song leaving her lonely loving lips

And this is what she said

‘My darling, the sun won’t ever refuse to shine

The strongest mountains won’t bow to violent wind

Your nascent eyes, your hair so fine

A body and soul that has never sinned

The clouds not selfish won’t hold the fall

And the sea won’t ever refuse to wave

In your little hands you can hold it all

Innocence the only way to be brave’

Apples are red in a baby’s eye

Clocks don’t tick like hearts do

For every dream that is a lie

Somewhere for someone one comes true

Climbing Trees, Love the Breeze

Climbing trees

Love the breeze –

Soothing softly in angelic hair

Curious fingertips pressed on sunlike shadow

Footsteps etched into perennial daydream

As questions overflow from a young mind in thought

Like an elegant sea becomes harsh on impulse

Driven by the chaos of moonlight tide

To row out in oceans, where monsters hide

In archaic wooden houses

Where fears provide

Access to forgotten memories –

Of ghosts that linger in lonesome stealth

Burdened by emptiness

And wasted years of prodigal wealth

Lost in the cyclones of youth

And spat out

More than once, by the friend in you

Thunder brusquely announces its arrival

Lightning chases the magic of survival

Just like the minds of children without concept of age –

Not knowing the journey that awaits

But forgiven are words scribed by dangerous fates

Watching on and painting new fears

Paddling on a splinted raft on rivers from tears

We’ve come too far to go back now

Music so silent it dances along

Fears, brave, future lovers write their song

You wouldn’t expect it to end –

Into Night Scars

Waiting in solitude 

As time blankly ticks

Darting eyes impatient 

Matched only by the clock’s hands

Rain hits the rusted roof above

Laughing on impact at its boldness 

And coldness, in sensual chill

Fears leaking through rough exterior

Dripping a colourful resignation

And protection from freedom

Catharsis – tastes like a fairy-tale

And canonical stories sound like dust

Caught in the winds, misdirected

Laughed at by whirlpools, unaffected 

By the stain of debris on their pure reflection –

And memories seem to burn

Like a fire trapped in a candle

As the loss of friends is questioned

Like a strange thought in woken daydream

You never know you had

Tears flow freely 

As if knowing they’ll never run dry

The cheeks forever stained

By the memory of lost tears

Wept for reasons forgotten

But that the heart could never forget

And even on the bleeding dawn

Strange clouds still mark the sky

All imperfect, yet flying forward

Unfazed by the simplicity of their impression

Ignorant to the audience that questions their drift

But can only dream of creating a wake so untouchable

And from these clouds, still rain pours

The same, yet different each time

Until you cry so many tears that the rain turns dry

And reveal so many fears

You can stop living scared…

Don’t worry little moth

The flame will come to you

Youth Lost in Rain

Stumble in the rain

Marry pleasant fields

Laughter lost in days

With youth as a shield

Wasted on the young

But painted on the aged

Like a bronze autumn fall

Or a lyric on a page

That engulfs the warm feeling

Of nascent but learned eyes

Gifting the gift of magic

Stolen from the wise

But as youth fades in wrinkles

And memories abscond in fire

Wisdom becomes a curse

And childhood fervent desire

Oceanus

As far as we float out

That’s where I will drown

In waves of self-delusion

In oceans underground

To the sunsets edges

That’s where my broken feet

Will walk on pleasant daydream

And float on naked breeze

To meet the smiling faces

That patiently wait for me there

With girls, and pearls, and lullabies

Sung softly in the whispered voice I knew

The voice of love, and warmth at night

In crashing waves

I lose my sight –

Without a fear in this whole world

Garden of Eden

Last night I dreamed of the garden of Eden

I spoke to the Serpent

His tail in my hand

The only words I spoke:

‘I understand’

Deceitful and evil we long not to be

Into the mirror

We choose not to see

Graceful Love Like a Swan

Like a daring moth

In the darkest skies

Seeking out a naked flame

I caught a glance

Of your teary eyes

Staring at mine

Just the same

In that fleeting second

A moments heartbeat

I felt your tortures

For eternity

And fell in love with you

Your sadness like raindrops

My flower on hilltops

Wet and stained from your impression

And my love like a bleeding star

Oozing magic from afar

Light years away

But in full view

Close enough to touch

With dusty fingerprints

And gorgeous clapping hands

Hoping to hold the moment

And never let it end

But when it did –

I wrote these words

And you dreamed vivacious dreams

Guided by graceful swans

Etched in glorious memory

It seems…