gossamer

the evening sinks
deep purple into darkening sea

from where the breeze brings on

the scent of coloured skies

this window to a world beyond

the confines of a blurred horizon

whither a dream and longing flow

like flocks of tangerine clouds

at night a shimmer permeates

the space between the stars

a tender gossamer of silver

of threads silent yet firm.

(for D.)

#207

interwoven with the fabric of the night

is the path of a sacred moon

blooming in ethereal meadows

where our soul keeps wandering

a bee immersed in sweet scent

wafting from the vast sea.

(for D.)

last days of summer

all golden glows the sun

over grazed pastures

into the oaken grove

where the acorns fall

ripe with foreboding

all peaceful the evening

when the sunrays fade

into the chill from a vale

slowly creeping

into lengthening shadows

the night will grow long and dark

when birdsong is hushing

in a mist of lost light.

#205

we are two leaves
fallen from different branches

of the same tree
glowing golden in autumn light
adrift in the stream of lostness.

(for D.)

#204

be safely cradled in heart cushions

dew-petaled cornflower

soft-mossed intimacy

searched by the gentle rain

craved by the restless wind

skimming the ripening fields.

(for D.)