Dance of souls…..

Two hearts beating to the echoes of silence,
no music required: the rhythm perfect
a pulsating essence which is in command
with a coded language so they beat as one.

The souls join in an abstract movement
swaying gently, fuelled by total rapture
as the electricity flows from one to another
the hearts skip but never miss a beat.

Even a distance cannot disturb the dance
heightening senses in readiness for the return
paired up the dance begins, the passion of a tango
entwined: the steps in perfect symmetry.

The hearts sleep soundly in each others grasp
resting and rejuvenating for another day
awaking, they stretch in unison into the morning
one look: the dance of souls smiling; pick up the beat.


The story in clouds…

Engrossed in fluffy clouds
that drift across the sky.
I try to pick out animals
as they gently float on by.
The hardest ones to make out
are twenty shades of grey
transformed into whiteness
as the sun comes out to play.
I sit and watch a battle
as the clouds spoil the fun
holding hands together:
blocking out the sun.
The sun will not be thwarted
so it switches to full blast
the clouds are getting flustered
as they know they cannot last.
The sun has its victory
it did enjoy the game
using clouds to draw with;
a horse complete with mane.
A dolphin quickly followed
then a dragon and a shrew
it carried on relentlessly
until the day was through.
The clouds gave fair warning
as the sun said its goodnight
tomorrow is another day
be prepared to fight.

Wasted breath….

Anger simmering, I try to block,
but fighting a losing battle.
Struggling to keep it within,
escaping, temper starts to rise up.
Past boiling, now molten lava,
prepared to singe all in its path.

Jolted into full throttle, the rant begins,
berating those who deserve no less.
Not stopping for breath; the tirade continues,
pointing out all the wrongs inflicted on me.
Eventually there is nothing left to stoke the fire;
with no steam rising I start to cool off.

My anger abated, but I was all alone,
the wrath directed at the invisible.
Arguments are only acted out in my head,
a release valve for my sanity.
The anger has hurt only myself,
then stored with the imaginary multitudes.


I am a young adult, I do not think
nor care about my choices
there are no consequence
I exist to please only me.
A selfish attitude finished
with an abundance of stupidity.

Slightly older; I already have regrets
blaming all except me for those choices.
Decisions affecting others, I’m unable
or not wishing to change direction.
My anger increasing, but not at myself
blindness still clouds my judgement.

Age now gaining pace, the rut set in
fully aware of what I have done.
Trapped and unable to move
wishing for another life.
But still nothing changes, I believe
I made my bed: so lie in it I must.

Much older, I sink to a depth of darkness
hitting rock bottom before I react.
My fingertips pulling me to recovery
knowing what I have to do.
Starting again: selfishness prevails
I do what is right for me.

Not able to change the past
but regretting the choices I made.
Building bridges with those I love,
for I am now accepted for who I am.
Self healing, I will learn how to forgive myself
bringing inner peace to a tortured soul.

What has been cannot be undone
what will be is the lesson learnt.
Choices we make are ours alone
making us who and what we are.

Immersed in waves…

A cliff side vigil, full off contemplation
my companion the sea, otherwise alone
I feel and see the power in the foaming swells
hypnotised: deafened by the waves breaking.

Finally drawn in by the gravitational pull;
waves wash over me, cleansing my being
no more drowning in fresh air
as now I drown in the sea of souls.

Taken by the tides, stroked by soft hands
whispering lips brush against my ears
soft voices calming: deeply pervading
feelings of elation: a climax of passage.

Souls, lifting as one, return me to land
singing a farewell chorus: a sweet murmur.
Feeling cleansed, I remain still: spellbound
listening to the sea caress the root of the cliff.