The Night

Stay out of my shoes

For I will stumble

Through the pocketful of gems

That only grow in the

Darkness

YOU ARE

You are the bird that hangs from the wire

You are the light that scares the dark

You are the dust that gets caught in the breeze

You are the rust in weathered steel

You are the prayer I hold in my heart

You are the smoke without the fire

You are the bag of stones I carry on my back

You are the song that silences my room

You are the sadness that falls on morning’s dawn

You are the pieces that can’t be put back together

You are the places I have never been before

You are the stranger I long to meet

You are the wall standing steady in my mind

You are the gaping hole that can’t be filled

You are the brightness in my shadows

You are the stars that reflect my dreams

You are the angels that kiss my brow

You are the water that helps me float

You are the thought taken carefully

You are the moment before waking

You are the lost that can’t be found

You are the hero that sheds all fear

You are the desire caught in my dream

You are the wondering in my thoughts

You are the ache in my bones longing for you

You are the shell echoing waves in my ear

You are the muted sounds that want to scream

You are the greatness lost within me

THE HAPPINESS QUEST

the happiness quest is like

strawberries dripping with

sunshine and dew

being drawn to your scent

the brown chair next to the fading print

sunlight breaking the dream

car rides and loud music with your glancing eye

lattes in takeaway cardboard cups

birds on a wire on winter mornings

my heart in the nape of your neck

it is his cheeky grin and cars made of dough

purple scarves draped like lavender fields

when you won’t let me go

the freedom of having a heart broken like

waterfalls crashing on rocks

summer evenings walking on warm cement

the photos that line the archways like

carefully paved cities

movie nights and homemade ice-cream

the shadows drawn on your back

honeysuckle vines choking red brick alleyways

the bike tyres dodging the gaps in the bridge

the rattling bones in my ear

pressed leaves in old phone books

long grass and white butterflies

your hands dancing like ribbons twirling in the wind

hot chips on the beach

when you spoke the words of your people

my shadowed eyes searching for visions

like forgotten flowers

scattered upon the aging stone

dressing the spirit in light

like a dress made of autumn silk

the happiness quest

We acknowledge One

I hear the tingling of tiny symbols

Silence broken through the echoes

I hear his voice join us

Its presence draped in green cloth

I smell incense and mint

Amongst the strands of my hair

I smell her tiring voice singing the Amen’s

The longing rises through her prayers

I see the break through the coloured glass

Light catches the dust not ready to fall

I see his spirit in their bodies

Harbouring an unwavering strength

I taste the trembling in the wooden bench

Bearing the weight of his love

I taste the hunger caught in the wanting

Desperation amongst their dying faith

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

I dedicate this to my Grandfather, the father and my grandmothers one love.  He has shown us all how to be better people, to live with integrity and I know he walks in us all.

The Leaving

Dear you

You didn’t kill the black cat

It was tangled with the black snake

You didn’t kill the black crow

It was tangled with the black cat

You didn’t kill the black dog

It was entangled in your

Love

the falls

The below poem comes from two inspirations firstly from a poem by Borges called "My Whole Life", this inspired my friend Melanie to write her own version and can be read at 

http://melanie.selemidis.com/

This then inspired me to write my own version........

Here once again amongst the shadows of the past

I kept memories of the bushland that danced on the river’s edge

I have stood under towering metal and gazed at its breaking light

I have listened to words sung in places so divine

I have bathed under waters of paradise where sacred women now rest

I have sat with the pain stored in little boxes nestled in the dark

I have clutched at your hand as we exhaled summers breath

I believe the resting spirit will awaken

                when day pushes down night

UNTITLTED

                     soul

throw your heart through every open window

                   spirit