we are souls of light
our bodies are illusions
wandering in the night
Poetry
Luna Flow
the changing moons of time and tide
allow no traveller to abide
life ebbs and flows with changing seas
regardless of our errant pleas
all useless thought is vanished now
no virtue in the why and how
we wake from dreams to deeper dreams
nothing ever as it seems
truth lives within the loving heart
no souls are ever far apart
to the stars our fate is bound
we are not lost but truly found
The Food of Love
i set the table squarely
on four firm legs for strength
covered with a sky blue cloth
a cloth of embroidered dreams
i place a plate of wholesome rice
the grain that will sustain you
and fish for all the secret of the unknown deep
a side salad of green leaves for growth
and olives for endless peace
all dresses in lifes rich herbs
in the centre stands a vase
a red rose for passion, a white for purity
a sprig of honesty, lovingly preserved
and the dark leaves of rosemary
for times remembrance
above the table, light shines
the light of open grace
a light to fill your days
and shine upon your face
you will bring the wine
it sparkles and shines in your eyes
The Dreaming Path ~ a poem
Entering this fantasy
Leave not the Grove
That is my home.
However far
You may roam
Walk straight ahead
To find me.
Let no dragon,
though he be fierce,
Bar you from this vision.
Ignore the bridge
That is not mine.
Turn right
Onto a dreaming path
Where woodlands grow
In beauty.
Walk on
Along the river bank.
The way across
Is secret.
Travel
In the midnight hour
To better see
The lighted way.
See the heavens
Crystal shine
Across the dreaming river
Where currents flow
In silence
And sunset glows
Forever.
You have the key
Inside your heart
The waters will not part us.
Poetry on Kindle
I now have a book of over eighty poems available on Amazon as a paperback and also on Kindle – the title is The Moonlight Lamp
A trapeze artist under house arrest
She
arches
her back,
lying down,
and wriggles
her toes,
murmuring
to the
cracks in
the ceiling
in foreign
tongues.
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They put a spell on me (because I’m mine)
Tomorrow – a rubaiyat
The stars of the heavens are clear and bright.
I stand here alone, looking up tonight.
The song of the nightingale fills my heart
Ecstatic soloist, brings sweet delight
A softened light shines from the crescent moon,
At dawn it lips the ocean in a swoon.
All night I watched awake, we are apart.
The treasured morning cannot come to soon.
The scent of roses fills the dawning air
As I walk out in peace without a care
Amidst this new-born darling of a day
Where all the fields are newly fresh and fair.
You bring a smile, a word, a tender glance.
Tomorrow’s here and all the world’s a dance.
The sky is blue, the clouds have cleared away
And I am dreaming in a golden trance
Ghazal ~ Not the Moon
When happiness eludes us in the dark,
dying in the wane, forsake not the moon
It will wax again, shine its silver light,
the turning tide will ache. Not the moon.
When spring is young and full of love, the sun
brings pleasure, gladdens day, wake not the moon.
The morning chorus brings us new born day.
Birdsong floats above the lake. Not the moon.
It is dawn above the soft horizon
that will our tenderness untimely break. Not the moon.
When Venus orbits high above, my love is in
my arms again, the night, delight, take not the moon!
Dear Wilf
There was a Raven called Wilf
Fairly quiet, he kept to himself,
‘What do you do all the time?’ I asked.
He blinked his mirrored eye.
‘What do you expect of a bird?’
he said, ‘I observe, observe, observe,
and I fly when I need to fly.”
‘And does that make you happy?’ I asked
He nodded his head, ‘Oh yes,
my happiness is complete,
far more than you could ever guess,
but I also like talking to you
and dropping a seed here and there.’’
I smiled, ‘Ah yes. Your troubles are seldom and few.”
The Dreaming Path 