Beyond Beneath

Beneath the broken bridge, a door
Through every wall, a window
On moaning winds there plays a song
In sorrow, hope to cling to.

A sigh is heard, a tear is kept
No matter whose or why it’s wept,
No puzzled thought is cast aside
A love divided multiplies.

Those yesterdays are never spent
in vain, they are our treasure,
Such wondrous jewels lest we forget,
A worth beyond all measure.

A sigh is heard, a tear is kept
No matter whose or why it’s wept,
No puzzled thought is cast aside
A love divided multiplies.

Eve

She bit the wrong apples,
while conversing with serpents,
dressed ‘inappropriately’
Did all that we do…

But Eve grew immeasurably
because of her journey,
and never took for granted
the faith of a few.

Now, in another garden:
the place that Eve planted,
made from ruined chances,
and sadness and pain,

Is a bounty abundant
with fruits of compassion
where kindness and solace
are growing again.

Flying

In a difficult week, in one of those years,
when emotional turmoil turns laughter to tears,
when the brakes are unhandled, with life in freefall,
you may find yourself flying in the face of it all.

Tip your chin to the stars and trust you can ride
with your heart on your sleeve and your arms open wide,
Let courage embrace you and soften your pain
so your dear ones discover the real you again x

Watermark

It’s funny how our lives will weave
a pattern which we can’t conceive
of when we try to plan a route
from A to B. So what’s afoot?
Relax your eyes and look again
and you will see another frame
existing but so nearly not
it’s hard to know the path it plots
but trust its steady head and heart
To guide your hand as you depart.

Tessellation

Pieces may correlate in various ways.
It is not guaranteed,
nor should we be surprised
when salt runs out without solution.
What is this trickery,
providing multiple possibilities
in a limited time frame?
How many chances before they shut us down?

So legs wrapped round a nice warm belly,
arms entwined or lips pressed near,
expression of a kind intention
might suffice to hold us here.

Two to Tango!

With grace we’ll be around next year

Sipping Cali Majito

We’ll put on woven hats of straw

And do the Boston Tango.

We made our lives up very well

I’m happy as a mango

Your sparkly eyes are quite a prize

They’re just like Marlon Brando’s.

I never wanted very much

I thought I’d won the lotto

When you came by and took my eye

My heart it was besotto

And our romance is one long dance

Beacause we have this motto:

Leave me alone and I’ll come home

Coz I know what I’ve gotto!