She wears her skin like gold
Her mouth curling samba movements inside
Eyes of nutmeg-ice
Confidently planting her song into the echos of a Galaxy unknown
She laughs at this pavement edge
So trill and big and bold until
in perfumes of lithe strides she’s gone
For rested air
Libatious watering drunk in the nowness
Sentient timpani’s tickling Her leaves
Musical prowess set reed-sways to breathe-time
Key-swings of bees-wing shock bass-lines conceived.
Symphonies of Beauty skien richly dense air
Mesmeric chip-chip-chaff, thwip-thwip-swift their peers
Searching for feathering and perch-deep soft armouries
As Love performs harmonies in sweet Mystical spheres.
After hearing the beautiful album Elements of Nature (Song of the forest) by Matthew Heyse-Moore
Solitary Rose
Then I look to see
More images of her
Inconspicuously
Breathing so to rest
Blossoming to bare
Summer’s mist abreast
Of Winters quickening care.
Enlightening lessons
in lessening light
unravelling passions
that bind the heart tight
unfolding enfoldment
Will conquer self-will
Sophia please clear me
and empty to fill.
I am too full of me, Lord
Let fleet thoughts flee their Guest
Wash surfacing desire within
internal soft caress
Grow such sweet deep sanctuary
In garden temple view
So spring time blooms abundantly
In all I say and do
fingers forming,
knuckles rubbing
nudging, moulding
earth bound clay
touching flesh tips
freshly holding
warming swathes
of breath at play.
city slowness 