The Sea Our Destination

Boat floats freely on the current The river knows where she goes And we trust her to take us there Clouds swirl lazily overhead Painted streaks of white, blue, grey While light fractures gold to green Through overhanging trees Green and gold shower onto the water Leaves and blossom Meadows dance on either side Purple,…

Here comes the Sun

Stripes of blue, purple, rose and gold Water laps on the grey shore And around my toes Shimmering liquid metal Dark rocks are crowned in a nimbus of fire Black sky lightens to blue, to gold and red In the east, across the sea Here comes the sun

Slow Dreams

Star flowers bloom under starlight Milky way flows through deep black sky Petals glow faintly in the blue night Violet clouds wander as the winds fly Crickets sing in the peaceful dark Bushes rustle in the cooling breeze Waters rise gently to the tide mark Soft ebb and flow of the cool seas Grey are…

Iceberg

Iceberg in a white world Drifting blind on a white sea White on white in heavy mist Bumps another. Oh, pardon me I did not see you. How goes the day And you, your family, are they well Polite nothings  exchanged The two part Until the next encounter. Lovely weather we’re having Did you see…

Flow

Like tasting summer Like sipping the sweet floral air The flow of life bears us forth From golden shores to seas of living light We paint with the colours of music We listen to the heady sounds of love We touch the diamond sky We dance arm in arm with the stars And there, behind…

Spirit of Wild Horses

Thundering hooves through the surf Heads toss, manes fly free in the wind Dance and play in the briny air Join with each other, be one with the herd Safety in numbers, in community Through the salt encrusted sand Walking now, following well-worn pathways To the pastures to feed One, together, one mind and spirit…

Tide

Shattered on shores lie all the wreckage of hopes and dreams Rocks and shoals bar the way to safe harbour Winds howl, waves roar And a life lies in pieces on unrelenting stone This is the time and place To get back in the game Take up hammer and nails Put the pieces back together…

It’s time

We’re standing on the quay Where our boat is moored Brightly painted, trim and neat Provisions already stowed away below deck Let’s jump aboard, loose the mooring rope And point the prow towards the rising sun Let’s raise the sail to catch that following wind It’s time to go, friends Skimming over the waves under…

Fog at the waterfront

Globes of dim light hanging in space Resolve into lamps lining the quay As fog rolls in from the chilly sea Seats line the barriers facing the brine In summer time it’s good to sit And meditate on the rolling tide But now, in the night and the misty air The ocean is vanished behind…

Sailing the Sky

Sky meets horizon and reflects in the still water two suns, two sets of drifting cloud white to yellow, then red to purple and blue doubled, radiating above and below Let us enter the boat and drift across the sea surrounded by colour and light until we do not know whether we sail the water…