As the world revolves
pirouette through streak and shadow
beside her seasons
forget your learning,
leap and soar
through space instead.
Sense is undeserved in such wonderful mess,
we’ll learn language through our Own worlds,
and only then
as Time flows on
But also won’t
I write this now
I wrote this then
Soon I’ll be gone
But here you are
So here am I
And here we meet,
A place unmapped, yet rendered real
Blinking through a stream of transformation,
lush green fronds Spring apart, in dance.
Winter winds then blow,
the force that prompts your psyche,
turns Autumn leaves to burgundy
which then settle
on a still lake, one Summer afternoon,
it’s gold tinged and existing,
more perfectly than anything else.
Someone of unimportance, skips a stone.
The strongest emotions will dissipate in ripples.
I’ll stare through your eyes with love,
mosquitoes will drink our blood,
The clouds roll on,
The lake will lift and meet the sky,
kisses gratified skin
kisses its ocean mirror.
Release, you’re in Eden.
the case for lust can be made, when
nothing is ever done really, for the right reasons.
Such tiny creatures
architects of superb illusion
wherein lies at least one – answer.
we’ll somersault through life and death,
sorrow and love,
hurtle through the depths
or be bogged down by pure shit.
Don’t leave behind destruction
Don’t immortalise despair
and you’ll be slammed back down to earth again,
somehow still in one magnificent piece.