POETRY & OTHER SCRIBBLINGS
This is not my world
This is not my world,
This between-place where the ocean meets the shore.
Where golden sandy beaches slip gently to the waves,
Rising in the distance to towering brick-red sentinels,
Impenetrable guardians of the land that lies beyond.
This is not my world.
This kingdom belongs to those whose souls
Echo with the haunting songs of mermaids,
A siren call that summons them still
To dive and dance in the white capped waves
With the dolphins and the seals.
This is not my world,
This threshold to another realm
That intrigues and entrances,
As unknown and unknowable as any to be found.
Deep, mysterious, beguiling.
Deceiving in her gentleness, she stirs quickly to anger
Devouring without mercy today
That which only yesterday
She caressed so tenderly.
This is not my world,
This between-place of earth and sea.
If you seek me, you must look elsewhere.
Mine is a world of granite-capped hills
And heather-purple, gorse-gold slopes
Where the hawk soars in a clear blue sky,
The skylark sings,
And the dragon slumbers on.
This between-place where the ocean meets the shore.
Where golden sandy beaches slip gently to the waves,
Rising in the distance to towering brick-red sentinels,
Impenetrable guardians of the land that lies beyond.
This is not my world.
This kingdom belongs to those whose souls
Echo with the haunting songs of mermaids,
A siren call that summons them still
To dive and dance in the white capped waves
With the dolphins and the seals.
This is not my world,
This threshold to another realm
That intrigues and entrances,
As unknown and unknowable as any to be found.
Deep, mysterious, beguiling.
Deceiving in her gentleness, she stirs quickly to anger
Devouring without mercy today
That which only yesterday
She caressed so tenderly.
This is not my world,
This between-place of earth and sea.
If you seek me, you must look elsewhere.
Mine is a world of granite-capped hills
And heather-purple, gorse-gold slopes
Where the hawk soars in a clear blue sky,
The skylark sings,
And the dragon slumbers on.
Dance
Sparkling sequins, Satin smooth
Music plays, Bodies move.
Stiletto glitter, Crimson heels
Swaying, sensual, Souls revealed.
Tempo rising, Steps in time
Passion simmers, Thighs entwine.
Stolen kisses, Brief caress
Invitations, Promises.
Music fading, Movement slows
Anticipation, Hunger shows.
Smouldering glances, Glistening skin
Waiting for it To begin.
Heartbeats rapid, Blood aflame
Music starts, Begins again.
Music plays, Bodies move.
Stiletto glitter, Crimson heels
Swaying, sensual, Souls revealed.
Tempo rising, Steps in time
Passion simmers, Thighs entwine.
Stolen kisses, Brief caress
Invitations, Promises.
Music fading, Movement slows
Anticipation, Hunger shows.
Smouldering glances, Glistening skin
Waiting for it To begin.
Heartbeats rapid, Blood aflame
Music starts, Begins again.
River
The Voice
Before time, there was the Voice. A voice so pure that through its song the Universe was birthed into being, brought joyfully forth on its tumbling melodies.
The Voice filled the dark void, a song of light piercing the eternal nothingness. Echoing through the black emptiness. And as it sang, other voices awakened, merging in ecstatic harmony to fall away and then rise up again. Symphonies of creation singing into existence the divine essence of the One soul. Calling forth the notes of love on which all else is founded.
And as the Voice continued its song and the other voices joined with it, growing ever stronger, ever more powerful, so the One soul also grew, expanding out into the nothingness, charging it with the vibration of love. And in doing so, fragments of it were set free, scattering through the darkness, glittering stars that filled the blackness of the void with their light. Reaching into even the furthest hidden recesses and settling there. And wherever they touched, light and love remained. No corner was untouched by it, no nook or cranny unlit. The essence of the One soul, carried throughout eternity.
The Voice filled the dark void, a song of light piercing the eternal nothingness. Echoing through the black emptiness. And as it sang, other voices awakened, merging in ecstatic harmony to fall away and then rise up again. Symphonies of creation singing into existence the divine essence of the One soul. Calling forth the notes of love on which all else is founded.
And as the Voice continued its song and the other voices joined with it, growing ever stronger, ever more powerful, so the One soul also grew, expanding out into the nothingness, charging it with the vibration of love. And in doing so, fragments of it were set free, scattering through the darkness, glittering stars that filled the blackness of the void with their light. Reaching into even the furthest hidden recesses and settling there. And wherever they touched, light and love remained. No corner was untouched by it, no nook or cranny unlit. The essence of the One soul, carried throughout eternity.
