Freedom's Walk

How I wish to roam,
Amidst the skeletal ribs of ships,
Past the decimal point,
Along the pebble shore.

Freedom from mundane shackles,
The longed for emancipation of man,
Is elusive as the breeze,
Whilst laying in a deathly still,
Becalmed upon the sea.

'In Blue' Trilogy - Deep in Blue

Deep In Blue

In your eyes I see tomorrow,
The future reflected brilliance,
Spotlight on the coming dawn,
Far to the distant horizon.

I see a beckoning path,
A smile amidst the blue,
Welcoming me to the future,
Time stretched out to you.

I see what might be,
Happiness, laughter and light,
All that, I see in your eyes,
And I know my love is true.

'In Blue' Trilogy - Drawn into Blue

Drawn into Blue

I could stare into your eyes for days,
Each mood expressed in only blue,
Your eyes envelop my being,
With every shade and hue.
Drawn deep within those pools,
I swim amongst your soul,
In warm caressing water,
That soothes away my pain,
And holds my heart, yet still.
Held in most sensuous light,
Softened by your deep desire,
The crystal clarity of emotional colour,
Shadowed by points yet richly dark,
Spellbound, enchanted by blue,
Watching the ways of you.

'In Blue' Trilogy -Lost in Blue

Lost in Blue

Blue lucid pools,
Reflected depth serene,
Calm quiet peace,
Floating languid centres.

Water worn clouds fleet away,
Across the darkening sky,
Storms grow deeper still,
Amidst the rough wave tops.

Sparkling light reflected,
Twinkling warm candle light,
Soft enveloping water,
Ripple spilling in starlight.

In your bright blue eyes,
With dark coal centres,
I see my haunting reflection,
Lost in the morning mist.

Astrafiammante

A word meaning starblazing.

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A point in the darkness,
A Searing light,
Bright arcs of rain,
Great leap of flight.

A chance to shine so greatly,
A point to make,
Starblazing across the sky,
Beyond the dream.

No imagination here,
But Crystal clear,
No soft hued dream of fancy,
But a gift to be.

Ode to the Sticky Yellow Note

The original, the undisputed champion,
You have conquered the world,
Where lesser have failed,
The world belongs to you, every office in it.

When I want to mark my place in a book,
You are there,
When I need to take a message,
You are there,
When I need to annotate a report,
You are there,
When white paper becomes too dull,
You are always there.

O little square of yellow,
I have a confession to make,
I recently discovered your orange sister,
A young usurper of your fame,
I am forever deep with shame,
But it is only a passing fad,
So many young flashy pretenders to the throne,
Will not linger long,
For yellow, is the only true, sticky note.

Teardrop Dreams by Moonlight

I

Alone I stood in my dream,
Upon a path by a riverbank,
Deep within the night of Oxford.
Standing still in the silver light,
Gifted from a full moon.
Still I stood for dream time,
As I watched myself standing,
Standing by the riverside,
Standing tall by a willow.
Alone again I cried,
As the moonlight shimmered,
Across the face of a forming tear,
In the corner of my eye,
The water welled up,
From the depths of my heart,
To the spring on the craggy mountainside,
Of my cold stony face.
The weight pulled it slowly,
As it ran down my cheek,
Leaving a path of sorrow,
Cooling in the midnight air.
As it reached the final drop,
It paused an infinite moment,
In the ghostly light.
Silently as a spirit,
It fell.
Dropping like a stone,
The lead weight of sorrow,
Dropping to my feet.
As I stood and watched this tear.
It reflected back the truth,
It showed me all my hopes and fears,
Encompassed in that drop,
My journey through time,
And my path hereto in sorrow.
The journey for that tear must end,
I knew it in my heart,
As it hit the ground and broke,
I felt the air clear,
The binding stillness broken,
As broken as the tear.

II

I had this dream a second night,
In all its monochromatic splendour.
Again on the third night,
I was visited by this vision.
On the fourth night,
I tossed and turned,
Nor wanting, nor caring,
To see the truth revealed.
Alas on the fifth night,
I resolved to face my dreams.
As I stood and watched my double,
I shouted,
I can't remember what I said,
But my double turned and spoke,
"I knew you would come,
You want to know who for this tear,
All is not what you see,
Yes it is a tear of sorrow,
But in this dream,
What message does this tear contain?
One of love and kindness,
Of accepting yourself and your sorrow,
Since you have chosen your path,
To love and care freely,
You will often stand on that riverbank,
And shed a single tear,
But each tear will break,
Better for the breaking,
You might not always stand alone,
Better for the sharing,
Balance in all things,
Happiness and sorrow,
Trust your heart,
Be yourself my friend,
Not worry too much, or too little,
And enjoy each and every emotion,
Learn to accept your tears."