Another year flows softly by, like honey running silkily from greedy mouths, and hips and thighs. It is quiet in the garden of her soul, and sunlit gratitude bathes her world in shades of gold and pink. In this space between wake and sleep, she is queen, and she breathes it in, savouring every moment …
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What will they write of you, in the years that follow your life? Will they speak of you as one who loved, fiercely, even those who did not earn or deserve your adoration? It is easy, after all, to love your dear ones. But did you also hold your enemy in your heart, and wish …
A fine drizzle drifts lazily through grey mist, coating the businessmen who hurry by in somber suits. Grim faces pass, dead eyes fixed doggedly ahead. I duck and weave among them, skilfully avoiding a mass assault with the sharp edges of my umbrella. It’s autumn, but I’m in denial and refuse to dig out my …
“Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me.” In the twilight we drink tea, hold hands and watch, enchanted, as nature’s fireworks dance across the horizon. Electrical storms spiral like screaming tornados into the waiting ocean, and the sky blazes violet-white behind shifting storm clouds. We look up in wonder at a precious glimpse of heaven, gone …
“In French, you don’t really say ‘I miss you.’ You say ‘tu me manques,’ which is closer to ‘you are missing from me.’ I love that.’You are missing from me.’ You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function …
The heavy smog of guilt surrounds me…slowly, silently. It suffocates my joy as I struggle to break free from the strangling noose it tightens around my throat. It’s hard to fight a ghost. It’s dark shape changes when I manage to catch hold of it, and it twists and turns in my desperate hands. I …
Silent trees stand solemn, guarding the secrets of the ancients. Ripples on the river, lazily chasing each other across a mirrored surface. There is no urgency here. Time stands still, And I, with it. A symphony of birds are my alarm clock, My soul awakens gently Stretching itself out towards the tendrils of sunshine That …
During the darkest depths of last year, I sat alone on a leafy sidewalk in West Sydney Suburbia. Birdsong echoed amongst solemn trees and tears burned my eyes as they streamed into the swirling dust at my feet. There were no souls to witness my despair, and I was always grateful for that. Face upturned to …
“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.“ ~ Brian Andreas Love …
After I am gone from you Does the fresh whispered scent of me Linger gently on your clothes In your hair In your dreams? Does it conjure me to life, Transporting you to a world Of tangled limbs and playful blue eyes. Do you dream that I lay next to you Head resting on your warm chest …