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Doors of Song and Wonder

I heard you singing a song whose melody spoke to me

Sunlight upon your door beckoned to move closer in

I heard your voice fall and rise in a language unfamiliar

Echoing distant quiet longing

Who were you then

Where are you now

Hesitation leaves opportunity unresolved

Are you singing still

Is the song the same

Wonder is the gift you gave me

Love Is Black And White And Beaches

Those are not my footprints in the sand

I stroll behind

I watch others’ footprints flow

Those are not my friends in the photograph

I stroll behind

I hope they would not mind

This is not my year for even numbers

I step aside

I am Aquarius and partly blind

This is not yet my year of death

I’m standing still

I am older now but destined perpetual Valentine

Visitor without a key

Come on up to my house, you said

You did not mention a dress code

I arrived in my everyday coat

and to my credit I did comb my hair

You did not mention a password

You did not mention scrutiny by mirror

I stood on your threshold, half up half downside

Although your door stood wide open

No one answered my announcing call

Friendship is a fairytale, I heard a cynic once mourn

Maybe, but I’m still a believer

Redemption knows no discrimination

Call me again sometime, should you ever find your way

out of your narcissistic self aggrandizing hall of playful infamy

I might be busy but if you beg sincerely I’ll consider

sidestepping what occupies me to hear what you’ve got to say

Horses

From above I saw them

Trio of pale mountain travellers

Sipping slipstream cooling parched tongues

Coats reflective of filtered autumn sun

Unhurried untamed unworried

Aware yet unmoved by human presence

I stood watching still as a stone

And imagined us as one untethered beast

Oh fleet footed wild ones

Were I able I’d run with you

After winds at our backs

Manes like wings flashing as we gallop high

To perilous wanderings of these unpredictable shadowy mountains

I am not a fighter

You’d think with all my strength and will

I could break free this flimsy cage contains me waiting

You’d expect I would try

But conditioning takes effect

And you being such a convincing master

Instead I pace my allotted circle wide eyed with expectation

I comply with temporary surrender

Bravado Fear Submission

Seeing the basket meant to carry vegetables or flowers

A joyful attractive thing not a container to save you

The unsavoury experience of splatter

Your authority soiled by my blood.

Cheers to the moon

Here’s to the garden man

raises a sign on country road

hopes some passersby may come

buy vegetables

He digs deep his rich garden dirt

while his dog sniffs up your walking shoes

Here’s to his beaten chair

worn from sun baking

contemplating how long must he wait

for good news

Here’s to hours after midnight

gazing up at silent skies

listening to solace rolling through

still as art on the wall

Here’s to the moon

shining bright like a headlight

take a breath take it in

let down your delicate within

for now everything feels alright