Yesterday
We ran From the hazy gloom of reality. We played Like children Writing Our own story We chose not to believe In the flames Devouring the earth For us, There was only cool water Philosophy Books, games Oblivious to the world Yet so present. Delighting in our own existence Until night fell and we could not help But watch the flames, In awe.
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Emerging from my own coccoon
Sleep eyed, can't help but swoon A hazy dreamscape before my eyes Mountains unfurling in sensual lines Reaching softly to the ocean Ecapsulating stillness in motion The sun still low I feel time slow I watch him, as he sits in peace A pot of coffee at his feet I know not what the future holds But these moments feed my soul Beneath a blanket of frost I lay
Unwilling to break the frozen spell Pre-dawn air rouses me to play I feel my heart begin to swell The sky alights in a fine display Smudging peaks with shades of joy Katabatic winds blow my cares away The sun creeps in, slow and coy My most beloved time of day Simplicity in its highest form Whatever else may come my way I shall carry the magic of the dawn Like a Kerouac Angel, I go scratchety-
scratch There, in the candlelit room But this doesn't feel much like Desolation I'm a world away from gloom A golden glow lights my bare skin My body sways to a dubby tune Jack couldn't conceive of such a badass chick Writing poetry by the moon Thoughts of you,
so sweet Like a gentle dream savoured in the morning as I lay Bare flesh on soft sheets Your eyes In my mind's eye I cannot describe the moment That they consumed me Within those eyes I was hypnotised I knew not why, or how, or why In that moment There was only you. I feel myself melt into the scene
My eyes no longer watch the ocean, They are the ocean. And I swim within their depths The wind tugs my hair skyward Until pink strands Merge with sunset clouds Rosy, soft, like a dream My skin is scratchy With coarse grains of sand I feel the coolness of the earth Within my bones I am vast, unknowable I am small and tangible I am that which I am And also that which I am not I am one small piece I am everything And do not forget, You are this also. This land, my land
Shaped by an unsympathetic sea Nourished by generous rains Oblivious to me This land, my land It feeds my body and my soul Within it's elegant indifference I feel at peace, I feel whole This land, my land Where the pace of life is slow I walk beneath a starry sky, Down the middle of the road My heart hungers
It lusts and yearns I devour every word of Kerouac and Ginsberg I lose myself in Dylan Transported, I'm flying The road beckons Whispering quietly in my ear At night Do you remember how it felt? Every scent, every breath Every taste anew To take in the world as a child Wondrous, hungry, alive My spirit in awe, The wonder of it all! A special window in time When those around me Mirror this within me When we are all so high on being alive And we fall in love again and again Drunk on the joy of living I pack light, and let go Smile wide Feel the flow of life Tug at me playfully My heart hungers The road beckons It's time for me to go Caress my skin, dear wind
For the day has been long And the heat of the sun Unrelenting Caress my skin, dear wind For my cheeks are burning And my body aches Unforgiving Caress my skin, dear wind For you know this body more intimately Than any man has been able Unflinchingly Caress my skin, dear wind Until I reach the cool stream And lay myself to rest Unfurling I slip away into the night,
To dance beneath the full moon's light. For I cannot grow and flourish, confined Within these four walls, within this mind My body must be free to move To feel, to stretch, to breathe, and groove. So I slip away into the night, And dance beneath the full moon's light |
I am a conservation field worker in New Zealand. I love mountains, sunrises, river swims, barefeet, cold beer, campfires, live music and whiskey. Archives
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