Hopeful Gallop-Archive #9 2014

Hopeful Gallop-Archive #9 2014

On his horse-

He did ride-

Stallion with silvery mane-

Knight with silver armour.

On his horse he did ride-

Fearful eyes-

Saddened soul.

Determined he was-

To save his lovers heart.

On his horse-

He did ride.

With every gallop-

Hope did seem near-

And by her side he would be.

Many suns did set-

And many moons did shine.

On his horse-

He did ride.

Once at his lovers destination-

Emptiness-

 the only thing around-

All that stood was a lone stone-

And withered flower.

On his horse-

He did ride-

Mane and armour-

Now tarnished silver.

Worn and torn both man and horse-

Now they wait for time-

Where lovers shall meet-

Once more.

Amid-Archive #4 Dec. 2015

Amid-Archive #4 Dec. 2015

Whilst I walk upon the bushlands, twigs and dried leaves crackle beneath my feet, revealing the complex aroma of eucalyptus which prickles my nose amid this Australian morning.

Natures placid sounds caress my ear drums, for it is Mother Natures chorus admitting the stillness heard in each native animals unique tune.

I continue my stroll amid this Australian morning an enlightened old gum tree catches my eye. Etched spots of silver and khaki canvas throughout her trunk. A physical memory of all she the gum has seen.

Kookaburras laugh in synchronised glee, whilst they look across the horizon of everlasting bushlands. Amid this Australian morning.

Seek you -Archive #2 Nov. 2015

Seek you -Archive #2 Nov. 2015

Shall I seek you out-

In the midst of chaos.

For the darkness that lurks within me-

Also reflects in you.

Are we each others savior-

Or  each others tormentor.

If search for the answer-

To our minds dilemma.

Will the odds be for or against us-

As a whole.

Whilst I sit and ponder-

On the crowded thought.

I draw my breath in-

In hope that a quiet breath-

Will reveal-

Truth.

Of which is ours-

Or not of ours.

For we see the glory in this-

But we also see the pain in this.

Shall we seek each other out-

In the midst of chaos?

Keeping in mind the darkness that lurks-

In us both.

Beach formalities…..

Beach formalities…..

Each step I take-

Sand caresses my feet-

Imprinting Mother Earth ever so briefly-

Whilst the tide gallops in.

The ocean breeze.

Always felt-

But never seen-

Entwines secrets into my tousled hair.

Salt and sand tango upon my my lips-

A comforting kiss.

From Mother Nature-

It shall be.

Shadows…..

Shadows…..

As I sit within the shadows-

Life itself I do ponder.

Such sadness scars my soul.

Thorns encased in salt rape my heart-

Reflections of death I have seen.

Isolation-

Mind over body-

Veils my being.

As I sit in the shadows-

They do speak to me-

In hushed whispers-

Warming my ears.

For shadows have no reflection-

Death can’t be seen.

To which brings comfort to thee.