As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, March 20, 2011


My housemates call my room the Indian Bazaar, because candles and incense burn, lights are low, beautiful colours of gold’s, purples and oranges surround me, little ornaments and keepsakes are blessed and music is played.  To me it is my room, my place, my space, my calm.  I need that, we all need that space where we are untouched and safe and at peace.....this is where I sit now.

Today I sat by Merri Creek, the grass comforted me, the running water was calming, I lay on the grass watching the clouds pass above me listening to music and enjoying my own company, who would have thought in suburban Preston one would feel lost in nature....

Your heart catches my gaze
I see its aching
Nestled in the depth of you
I see its travels
Criss crossed with dead ends and
Winding paths
Your heart looks into my vision
Imprinting your longing within me
I feel its confusion
Resting amongst me
I feel it’s broken pieces
Wanting to be met with mine
Your hearts thoughts
Intertwine throughout my
And my needing you
But rubbing against the knowing
You are not mine to have
I grope at the flesh between us
Why can’t you give me your everything?
Leave my heart with something
Apart from this longing that will not fade

Friday, March 18, 2011


Your number etched
In the stone of my soul
421 for all that I am
You can't even see what I am
Built upon your heart speak
Your potion flows through me
The spirit no longer cold
As your drug fills me
Your love enslaving me
Dripping with desire
My heart fickle
Its shell weak
My soul just hums for you
This is all that I am

Sunday, March 6, 2011


My weakness shown
As my heart sits on the
Window ledge
Overlooking the morning break
The dawn birds sing their glory
Floating sprinkles of dust
Caught amongst cobwebs
I ache for your love
Like the cool breeze
That faintly wraps around me
I watch the sky turn orange
Melting into yellow
As droplets and tinges of pink
Fall through the cracks
You have my heart