Hope sits where
the wind frisks with trees,
runs up and down stems
piping songs
to heal Eden's wounds.
Her canopy
of varied greens
and multi-coloured leaves
are fragments
of a virgin's bloom.
Revived, they soar
to roof the sky;
ladder of ropes and vines
swing in place
to travel space.
A lone bard sits
beneath Hope's feet
weaving memories
on criss-crossed
networks of the leaf.
Insight descends
on rungs of light
with which itself was born,
and moulds it
into sound.
Words resonate
in the poem temple
where hope and bard
find cure
for Eden's wounds.
Give Me Windows
Give me windows
wide to breezes
off the Ocean Sea.
Give me windows
to ventilate
mould and dustiness.
Give me windows
that I may trade
with winds of change.
Give me windows
that I may see
light as light should be.
Star Burst
Love exploded like a star
scattering fragments far
across the face of space.
In dust, the pieces dimmed
'til love sought out each grain
and made it live again.
This span of life is dead,
until it gathers up the light
love scattered like the star.
Symphony of the Sea
My play-thing's embrace
extends space
bubbles, floating around
my sea where storms evolve
and drown.
Foam horses gallop
breaking fresh news
of plunder and wonder;
within the bar froth falls
asunder
Heavy breakers roar,
muffled voices lift;
recesses fill and soar
with the mystic rhythm
of the sea.
Distant sombre tones
moaning, humming gently,
whizzing, staying
where moon and tide confide
totally.
The symphony swells
pitching its harmony
wounding, healing, drowning,
birthing amity
in the sea.
