I see sunflowers

I see sunflowers and I know you will return from the dark
your smile is the welcome of the open door

your voice calms the waves that surge in my heart
breathing in stars fails my spirit no more

the warmth in my belly and I feel no fear
your hand on my shoulder and my home is here

Written by U and me for K

I feel vincible

I feel vincible this morning

waves crash

my heart and breath come quicker

then I remember

or am reminded

that I am a tiger

a star in the night

whose light never dies

then I remember

that I am a tiger

City Imagined (1-3)

City Imagined (1)
City are many
Face music sensation

Clarity fracture
Touch colour taste

City are city
people are river
Your eyes are a mirror
In the night shining

City Imagined (2)
Every day in the city a beginning an ending a need to remember. Don’t wait for a story, all the heroes are you. Close quiet your eyes and the future steps forward. Awake alive alert, smokestreams spark-shedding curve colour around you. The eye of the storm is your own cool still centre. The eye of the storm is still you.

City Imagined (3)
The elevator doors slide together. I hold out my hand. Decision. A beat. I pull my hand away, a beat too late. My silhouette stains the dull gold, split neatly down the center. The elevator call light is dark. He is gone and the beat was my decision. Perhaps tomorrow, in a day or a year. Perhaps the beat has shaped ever after.

I wrote these for my friend U when she went to New York City

Your words burned

Your words burned.
“We need to talk” scorched,
“It’s not you” set my blood to seethe
and
all those words about finding yourself
were fiery nails through my heart.
One day I hope
a “maybe”, “perhaps another try”
will extinguish flames and salve again the steaming wounds.

City Imagined (3)

The elevator doors slide together. I hold out my hand. Decision. A beat. I pull my hand away, a beat too late. My silhouette stains the dull gold, split neatly down the center. The elevator call light is dark. He is gone and the beat was my decision. Perhaps tomorrow, in a day or a year. Perhaps the beat has shaped ever after.

City Imagined (2)

Every day in the city a beginning an ending a need to remember. Don’t wait for a story, all the heroes are you. Close quiet your eyes and the future steps forward. Awake alive alert, smokestreams spark-shedding curve colour around you. The eye of the storm is your own cool still centre. The eye of the storm is still you.