gentle rain fallingagainst broad emerald leaftracing its lines and ridgesdown to the slender stem ~

I bent my head downto write out all of my anger,frustration and sorrow…instead my heart spilled outacross the blank white page before mejoy snuck out in streaks of goldand happiness, close on her heals,with careless splashes of scarlet and rosesoon the page a chaotic dancea riot of colourand between the rain of laughterI sit shocked…

this star shinesas our lovethrough endless skyuncontainedso shall we befor all eternity ~

water drips downthe side of the glasslike a teardoes it fall out of joy or sorrow?is it enough that it falls?sliding down the cool surfaceto form a small pool on the table’s facewater drop descends and i am drawnto your photographit shows a deep reflectionof the world outside my windowframed with silverthis sight takes my…

there was a drop of rain this morningthat fell against my cheeka pinprick cold shocklooking into the skywhy did you fall against me,wake me, startle me, love me?your sudden kisstook my breath,made me stand stilli almost missed knowing youwith another step ~

I was the other onethat wasn’t methe overturned petalwhere the light of sundoesn’t lay to sleepthe entire day away ~

laughing with shameI bowed my head and wondered howhow to answer this question that hung in the airbegging to be heardcomplicated knot waiting to be untiedand I think that I don’t have itthe answer found a mate and is hidingcovered in some darkened cornerwhile I sit open mouthed and dumb looking a fooland not knowing…

your voice slips behind my earthe way your fingers might tracethe hair line, down the neckand curve gently across my shoulders to the other earto make sure that no words have escapedunheard, misunderstood, ignoreddon’t ask me to open my eyesand witness the death of this moment againjust let me listenlet me feel this cool reassurance…

eight cups of coffee measure the daylined up on the table among the newspapers and magazine clippingsi sat endlessly flipping between sipsnot sure what I was looking forexcept to find maniacal comfort in the glossy pages andfrankenstein faces plastered thereand then the ripping –pages torn out for a word, a look, a leaf, a colourin…

freedom rediscoveredlike an unexpected embracethe flash of a smilereflected in a mirrorfaith restoredthis is what life isa whisper came like thiswith the morning windwhile the sun shonethe bamboo sungin low tonesand i satonly to listen ~

The storm on the sea was clichéI want to reach out well beyond the safetyOf the boat I cower inDive through the wavesDown below themWatch the crash that follows each peakI want to let the last remnantsFall from my shouldersAnd dance freely amongThe angels’ tearsYet I am rooted byThe battered stubbornness that remainsClutching frantically at…

all I can do is sit and write,let the words flow through meit seems that they are empty and elusivethey don’t meet the measureto what is within my heartbut i cannot deny this pullto express in some wayhowever fleeting…in the stillness I can feel youwhen fear and doubt are laid to restI see myself in…