22 July 2007

My Rock

Getting up early
in the morning


is my rock

upon which

the waves of self concern

play themselves out

Crashing, Bashing

Sucking, Pulling

Swirling and Whirling

Twisting and Turning

Foaming, Spraying

Somewhere in their deep dark

depths emotions dwell

their menace covered by the

surface noise

[05 Aug 06]

03 July 2007

Dear Tess

We touched

Hands, eyes, feet
Breath, chest, heart

In the fire

And in the sweat

On the earth
And in the air

Reaching angels

And drawing tears

Bodies close before

Although parted now

The dance goes on!

[27 June 2007]