A soulful rainbow of pure delight...

Namaste'

Come closer to me my love
I need to touch you everywhere
And see Forever

You read me a bedtime story.

You shared one of your favourites.

You cared enough to give simple pleasure.

You did what no other adult has ever done.

and the child within laid in silent rapture.



Who are you?....and how can I love you so?



Thankyou, and Rudyard Kipling with his Just So stories.

The tiniest kindnesses,
the smallest intimacies,
the smiling silences.
You're everywhere
within, without,
surrounding me.

Asleep now
stretched out
brown skin
white ponytail
and soft rumbling
echoes






through my heart.

Hmmmm...

I can attempt to pretend I am not missing you
but my eyes would be lying

I can clean and rearrange the room all night
but you won't magically appear

I can be brave and strong: whilst inside my heart
shatters, but only till you are gone.

Has it really only been ten hours since your plane
disappeared into the greying clouds?

How am I to survive this?

I can get busy in my days, potter in my gardens
watch the kittens grow and dissolve into my children,

but every heartbeat calls your name.

19 days may as well be 19 centuries.

I awoke to you this dawn,
the silhouette of you
cast by the first rays.

As I reached out
to touch you,
you were not there.

And then I remembered.

I turned a thousand circles
walked a thousand steps
looking for you.

I touched the flute
strummed your guitar
but you did not appear.

And then I remembered.

I found myself upon my step
looking down the road
glancing at your bus.

I heard the echoes of you
deep within these walls,
but you are not here.

And then I remembered.

You called to say good morning
the strain within your voice,
for you are not here.

You rang again at evening
to welcome me back home,
being brave when I am not.

And then I remembered.


You love me.

Moist plump lips part
as she draws in his scent
filling her senses.

Casting her eyes downwards
her tongue moves forward
and traces the length..


...of his soul.


Melting into him she hears
ten thousand oceans beating
in his chest.

Drawing him into her he sees
ten thousand swirling universes
in her eyes.

Reaching out for heated skin they find
ten thousand verdant landscapes
in each other.

I know you.

Three nights that have stretched into three weeks long
Three days that stretch past the moon and back
Why is this clock dragging it's feet in the dust?
Why is this calender refusing to turn the page?

Three nights to toss and turn, looking for you.
Three days to turn in circles, looking for you.
Three days to feel the rawness of this love.
Three days to touch the realness of this love.

Sixteen more nights await, a yawing abyss of darkness
Sixteen more days await, a solitary path worn bare.
How am I to survive this, when the crows call your name?
How am I to survive this, when the moon has turned her back also?

I am emptied.

9 days have passed
10 more to go...


I hear you...
....missing me.

You hear me...
....missing me.

I feel you...
....loving me.

You feel me...
....loving you.

soon...
...we shall be home within this space called US.

Beautiful writing.....

with the silents comes the rain,

with each touch, your thunder pounds,

through this all of you, so wet and wild,

we play in its harmony, as if we were both a child,

unexspected quivers, goose bumps run down your spine,

Feeling every lightning bolt, making us both thrush harder.

Tasting every drop of your sweet falling rain.

Your storm of heart, driving us insane.

resting together,,as our storm passes away.

telling you forever, is our everyday.........

You make the cloulds move aside,,,everytime you feel,your storm!

65 hours!


I can survive another 65 hours.
I cannot survive two and a half days
They feel like centuries long
And the clock does not tick in days.
Bring now, Now, please.


How is it possible that this time apart
could be so unbearable and empty?
How is it possible that your voice can
transport me, fill me and empty me
all at the same time?

The longest 15 days are almost gone,
centuries long, whole eons passed.
Although we are reprieved of 4 days
in centuries they matter not.
Bring now, Now, please.

Soon....so very soon...

H.O.M.E!!!

Walking through this day I hear the plight
of ludicricy take it's last gasp.

The get mores, got more....debt.
The have nots, have not....hope.
The want mores, want more....time.

Walking through this day I feel the quiet
desperation of the trusting quiver.

Where will they lay their heads down at night?
Who will hear their hearts break?
How will they create safety in their souls?


When the current currency of Life does not exist
who will remember the planet, our Home, the source of all we have?


Wealth will be determined by who will eat on this day.

I hear the lies they breed,
we all shall be fine,
nothing we really need.
Its all on us,,we want everything for free.
Thats why THEY think,,It's all about me.
Their tired of paying for mothers with kids,
they don't really give a damn about, S.I.D.S.
They all have their fingers in the cookie jar.
Half of them need to be feathered and tared.
Their gold investments,keep rising everyday,
Hell they made a million today, playing this way.
Lets cut Education, and let elderly just die,
Who needs Unemployment, they think their so sly.
They complain,
take from US all our hard paid tax monies,
when they could all rent some Playboy Bunnies.
Leave the spending to all us pro's.
Your all have food, if you like eating crows.

So lost is a Nation, who can STAND FOR THE WRONG CAUSE.
At the PERFECT TIME,,for everyone to see us in a Stael-mate.
WE have the GOLD, to the weak and poor, THATS their fate.