Silently in the night

Silently in the night she came to me,
her lips seeking mine,
her heart pulsing with love;
silently she touched me -
silently she stole all that I am.

Now what I have is that night remembered -
and its promises lingering.

Only then

You are hidden behind a thousand veils,
and I must wait for every one to fall.
You are hidden behind a thousand days,
and I must wait for every one to pass.
You are hidden behind a thousand uncertainties,
and I must wait for every one to fail.
Only when I have given up all reasoning,
given up all thought,
given up myself
given up all
but the breath of the moment -
only then will you come.

Silently by moonlight

Silently by moonlight
my love comes to me.
Softly she lies besides me,
and all my worries,
and all my anxieties,
and all my fears,
and all my doubts,
are gone,
and I am at peace once more.

four letters

Love
just four letters,
or three,
if you have a mind
for modern spelling,
but a spell
cast deep,
none-the-less,
the deepest of all -
by far
the deepest of all.

Names together

Writing names in sand
around them a heart.
Later,
listening to the waves
crash and return
washing
where our names once were,
your head on my chest
hearing
our lives beat together.

Where tomorrow's wind

Where tomorrow's wind?
Blowing sails
that are yet to unfurl?
Ask not of today -
it does not know.

Like falling leaves

We made love like falling leaves
twisting and spiralling in the wind;
neither here nor there,
neither you nor me,
but who knows where -
not in time,
not in space,
transported,
transposed -
one in the other
suspended.

Spaces

Sometimes there is a space
where a person should be.
It waits quietly,
without protest,
without purpose,
asking nothing;
then it is filled.

Hidden by mists

Hidden by the mists of her day,
a veil impenetrable,
but still her heart beat is felt,
still her voice is longed for:
echoes of moments shared.

But for the brush of my lips

But for the brush of my lips
how else is the divine to know you?
But for the brush of your lips
how else is the divine to know me?
But for the touch of my hand
how else is the divine to know you?
But for the touch of your hand
how else is the divine to know me?
But for the heat of my passion
how else is the divine to love you?
But for the heat of your passion
how else is the divine to love me?

By such immanence the creator knows the creation,
By such immanence the creator is the creation,
By such immanence the creation is the creator,
By such immanence the creation knows itself.

Know that you are loved,
and through loving know.

Each

Each with expectations that the other will trash them, they stood hand in hand by the bin waiting for the lid to open.
Strange world, strange world, to exit in such a way;
strange world, strange world to exit on such a day.
Each certain of the other's disgust they stood hand in hand with heads hung low not daring to look up.
Strange world, strange world, to exit in such a way;
strange world, strange world to exit on such a day.
Each condemned by their own fears they stood hand in hand with ropes round their necks waiting for the drop.
Strange world, strange world, to exit in such a way;
strange world, strange world to exit on such a day.
Each their own demons pushing them they fell hand in hand into nothing, oblivious of the other falling by their side.
Strange world, strange world, to exit in such a way;
strange world, strange world to exit on such a day

In memoriam

At some time in my death
will the grass grow
over my grave,
untended;
and will the stones fall,
the words washed from them
by ages of rain?
What then the memoriam?

Stolen time and iced coffee

Stolen time and iced coffee.
She sits her phone to her ear -
Smiling.

Let your day be like a falling leaf in the wind -
He whispered.

She fell happily.

of richer purfumes and desert sounds

Living in one time I close my eyes
and am in another where my heart is held;
there our inner-selves dance and sing,
swaying in time to deeper tunes
of richer perfumes and desert sounds.
There we hold each other close,
not daring to let go
in case we turn to mirages.

Where we dare not tread

The cuckoo sounds
double calling,
both here
and not here,
now heard
but unseen.

Its cry echoing in two worlds;
here and now,
yours and mine,
known and labelled,
intimate and secure -

and beyond,
where we dare not tread.

Hanging between somewhere and nowhere

Hanging between somewhere and nowhere
Twisting on the end of a thread.
Not knowing where today is,
Not knowing where tomorrow will be,
Knowing that yesterday
Can lay no claim on today,
Nor today on tomorrow.

Jump they shout -
but it is not their cliff
that I am dangling over

Soft surrender to the night

I would the touch of your finger
gentle as the spring breeze.
I would your soft breath
warm upon my cheek.
I would your lip's brush
passing like silk.
I would the day
soft fading into night
and the night
soft fading into nothing.

Hanging onto the moment

Hanging onto the moment
for that is all that we have
from first to last,
nothing more,
nothing less;
seemingly so small,
yet so very vast

Senses of you

Senses of you
in a passing moment;
there in all but body -
tangible,
touchable,
an echo in a space
as if you have just left.

Resurrection

When your hair is white and your eyes have grown dim,
will you remember?
When you can no longer run and your hands have grown gnarled,
will you remember?
When all that is left is sitting and waiting,
will you remember?
And in remembering will we both live once more?

Dark tides

Dark tides under moonlit skies,
half unseen but guessed at -
soundings upon the shingles.
Each retreat calls your name.
Each incoming crash a question.
Which follows which I care not,
for the answer remains unchanged.

Pulse of love

Listening to my inner core,
feeling what it says:
yes
yes
yes
yes
yes
yes
80 times a minute.

Why did I not listen to it before?

Ask not why

Fill the space that is you
with each breath
with each move.
Fill the heart that is you
with each moment
with each person.
Fill the head that is you
with each song
with each silence.
Fill the day that is yours
with wonder
with welcome;
and ask not why,
for that will poison.

Through the long night

We are the guardians of each other's heart,
hold it gently,
hold it softly,
keep it safe through the long night.

We are the light in each other's dark,
let it shine,
keep it clear,
hold it steady through the long night.

We are the hope in each other's longing,
make it true,
keep it straight,
hold it steady through the long night.

We are the wish in each other's dream,
can it happen,
make it happen,
give us joys through the long night.

Dancing to an unknown tune

Dancing to an unknown tune
that is felt rather than heard;
Its pulse becomes our pulse,
Its melody our song,
Unconsciously.
And we are lost to ourselves,
Unbound,
And we are lost from ourselves,
Unheeding,
And we are lost in the moment,
And we are lost in the joy,
And we are no more ourselves,
No me,
No you,
but only this everything.

A love in shadows

A love in the shadows -
stolen moments,
longings,
promises,
delays.

Dancing to a tune others cannot hear,
we turn step by step in time,
entranced,
whispering "one day, one day".

Some dreams are worth having

Some dreams are worth having;
dreams to float and fly in,
dreams to catch and hold,
dreams to savour and remember,
dreams that are promises,
dreams that foretell;
but best -
dreams that are lived and shared.

as I lay alone

you blew gently over my skin:
was it your breath
i felt in the night
as i lay alone?

your lips brushed mine:
was it your lips
i felt in the night
as I lay alone?

you whispered "je t'aime" into my ear:
was it your voice
i heard in the night
as i lay alone?

The song beyond words

When the winds blow foul and the waters churn,
I shall be there.
When the skies grow dark and the rip tides run,
I shall be there.
When the land cracks parched and the wells are dry,
I shall be there.
When the earth splits shaken and the walls crash down,
I shall be there.

In each heart beat, my heart beat.
In each breath, my breath.
In each footfall, my footfall.
Do but feel the fluttering within,
Do but listen to the song beyond words.

Storm fashioned impact

No veils,
No masks,
Ripped naked to the soul;
Fused together by storm fashioned impact -
We fell.

Still stunned:
We have no wish to be ever otherwise.

Churches

I like churches when the Christians aren't there;
Old ones,
Stone built perhaps,
Full of half-light and memories
And echoes of hopes and fears,
And prayers said to a silence that never replies.
I stand trespassing,
Uninvited,
Unintended,
Stealing the peace and hiding it away.

Just by being

Each other's respite,
Each other's refuge,
Each other's comfort,
Each other's delight.
We need no-one's permission to be these things,
for these things we are in spite of ourselves -
just by being.

A Two-Step Tango

I need you flesh and bones,
I need you sweat and tears,
Pressed tight,
Asking and giving,
Opening,
Each to the other.
My lead, you lead,
A two step tango -
Danced to a deeper tune.

Soul wife heartbeat

Soul wife heartbeat
Each breath together
In time
Now time
In this one moment
That is the only moment
In this the one life
Each knowing the other
And knowing the other is

Left Field Woman

Left field woman,
So unexpected,
So unregretted,
But tearing me in two:
My past cleaved from my present,
I stand with my futures given back,
Certain only of my longings for you.

Joy

Joy lurks hidden in shadow waiting to pounce unexpectedly upon you; frantically you search for her, but the more you seek the less she can be seen, the more allusive she becomes.
Abandoning your quest, she sneaks up on tiptoe and wraps you in the folds of her embrace, the warmth of her soft skin pulsing life into you. She whispers "now" and you are soul lost on the breath of her words, unaware that there is a you any more.

Once More

There is an ache where a person should be,
A silence where a voice should be,
An absence where closeness should be.
Yet once more the sun sets in an empty sky.

New Year's Irresolution

Word dry you stand
Hanging onto a silent prayer
that you do not believe
Because there is nothing else left to hold.