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.