Apparition

I saw your apparition today

Old feelings, tired, worn, sick

Mixed with elation

Our history unfolded in images

From lap to heart and beyond

It gets my gut, knowing nothing

But feeling everything

I'll collect myself

As I do when I shake those dreams

In weary mornings of longing

If it looks like a duck...

Sea Born

she swims in schools

synchronous, syncopated

sea clouds shimmering

silvery, slippery

sea born  

Fire Promise 

Clues were carved into streets and hills

Walked I did, and walked

She, the only woman, was there 

Her names are many 

This time it's Kali

She took everything 

Keeping our Fire promise

All that my toil had bought

She taught me another lesson

 No more forgetting

Her power of sex and destruction

My love seeks it's home

She is deserving

I'll carve into Wood

To remember her beauty

Land so distant

Images so clear in Dreamtime

Dissipate in daylight

In ambulances, gowns and cots

In hospital waiting rooms

She still takes this away

Some go mad and wander

Whispering to her

Pushing around

What they have found

On their Walkabouts

The Land That Tom Forgot

Hammer to the chisel, to the wood

Hopefully those faces will come out again

Sprites and Nymphs

I've known flowing from my brush

Enticing me to a summer sleep

"Go to sleep" they say

"We'll lay you to the ground"

Tingle of their dust

Intoxicatingly erotic

They sit on mushrooms

They disappear into the ritual

Torches and whistles in hand and mouth

I'm leading them in procession

this is Dreamtime

The great snakes stop in their tracks blinded

Choking on my stones and gems

lying dead over wormwood

I wait for their painted bodies to appear

Only faint hollers and chirps remain

 Hover in Wax Light

Is it the south in her gait, banter and forearm?

Is it in smiles of honesty, hardwork and spine?

I see it written below her fingers when they touch mine.

I hear her laugh, screams, tears and fists

I taste it her offerings:

nuts, cheese, 

picnic fruits,

and lips.

The choral of Angels sing through her ears,

from ancient strings, long throat, laughs

and banjos.

But it's time and timing

I break the clock, I feel her eyes, I see her heart

   but I run sometimes, to hotels to hide my own

that missing jewel

from a stream of gold

Our families, in dusk 

Our regrets lay aside

from acting as we must

Why I deny, 

I'm only wishing that

She will know