LOVE STONE

Tides never cease to come and go
Or draw back with a sigh,
Nor stays the peace,
My spirits flow
From sinking low
To rising high.
My heart
As if a pebble thrown
Caught fast upon that sloping shore,
First rolling up,
Then tumbling down,
Polished,
Till a stone no more -
By waves that move too deep inside
To ever understand,
But prove me brave to never hide -
Just one of countless grains of sand.

BRIDGE OF JOY

A bridge of joy
Spanning the fathomless divide,
Built of no more
Than the shimmering of souls,
Sharing whispers of secrets,
Deeply felt but only half known,
A silent and invisible communion,
But irrepressibly so,
Incandescent in its way,
A radiation
That soaks like a fine rain,
Into every pore,
Enlivening,
Quickening,
Awakening
Dormant, waiting hearts,
With hope,
In the certainty
That what has passed across
Is real,
The soft footfall
Of lives, kept apace
In parallel worlds.

STROLL

Clouds were gathering for trouble,
Agitated,
Curled with grey
As I walked across the park today,
The scent of the grass,
Freshly mown,
Sugared the air
And lifted a playful bird,
Softly, sweetly,
Gently buffeting
On its way.
Behind the wall,
A hedge -
Tall and thick,
Bowls, nudged
The long jack - click,
To well mannered uproar,
Underplayed,
In an afternoon,
Lacking perfection.
Until my yearnings
Are silenced
By the breeze,
A bidding from the trees,
Whispering their pledge
To quieten me,
That I should listen,
More.