Leonard and You
I walked miles for Leonard in London
thinking of him, and dreaming of You.
Perspiring eyes blinded, and wounded desert feet.
My tent pitched in the hallway of The Waldorf
Relaxed in the timeless and comforted to belief,
He delivered and I received
“Look at me one last time.”
Your pupil had now assumed ambassadorial ease.
Long awaited Destiny miraculously dressed
began to dance of life and death.
Cultivated clouds, uncharted iceberg seas,
together we ploughed redemptions field.
In heavens undertow – it no longer mattered,
that I was above and you were below.
Etched on the mountain side and lit by the moon:
….”from bitter searching of the heart,
we rise to play a greater part”
Paradise Beach
Over the side on Paradise beach,
you held me safe, hands gently supporting
my body and desire
to conquer all my fears.
On Paradise beach I felt your love
and at last that eternal aching became a sustainable place.
A plateau on which to build,
a bridge to an infinity of belonging.
On Paradise beach my stolen soul
and my stolen body, were blessed and reunited,
by and with my Angel, and my lover.
The Fisherman
On Pedi Beach, I failed to catch the fish
he threw, and life’s fragility was teased
But remained unfed.
Eyes on you
The first and the last to sail Poseidon
under a pale Turkish moon
facing the bright Simy sun.
Old reds under the bed spoke gently
of another time and place.
Of the small pleasures of one to one talk,
liberated minds and personal growth.
Sweet good humour and Turkish smiles
answered the call of a greater humanity,
as frail skinny cats looked seaward
towards their equally thin Greek cousins.
Strong Turkish hands caressed our English bodies,
as we sweat and melted together under that dome.
Eyes of green and eyes of blue
all eyes and my eyes were on you.
Ocean of love
Paradise intensified, as we offered our bodies up to the sun.
Head and skin with a whispered breeze,
and ears bent to the noise of creation
and it’s timeless echo.
The ripple of the ages
and the cares and worries of our condition,
washed, bleached, caressed and lovingly dried
into purity itself.
On the fifth day
the depth of my anchored heart
was lifted and touched by every drop
of the greater and wider ocean of love.
Star of the Ocean
I’d shivered in that cold shallow place,
a waterside erosion of all that was touched.
Feeling the glory, but needing the love.
Dawning forever in positioned unease,
unquestioned, stationed and begging release.
Sun, Moon and Stars shining expectant witness.
Immutable fear and strickened appeal,
life waited, helpless to hear that enchanted credo
in the faithful silence of my conquered heart.
Weathered in storm and unbowed brokenness,
at ungodly hour and in unquenchable thirst.
Out of the dark I felt, at last, your loving hand.
Venice
On the second day Venice spoke her secrets
and revealed all as she raised her skirts
to her ever increasing sorrow.
She spoke of deep beauty, great sadness
and of eternal love – nailed to the cross,
hands still cradling the presence of all humanity.
Island of the living and of the dead,
eyes glazed, masked to anonymity,
and you stationed alone on a bench
at the back of her very beginning,
lighting the lowest candle to shine the greatest beam.
Whitby
Tides withdrawing
take one step forward and two steps back,
and my heart beats with the race.
I have arrived at the destination
and entered at the start.
My heart is glowing and my blood rich.
Noise finds its own place, then silence.
Reflected lights deepen and mystify,
my whole being floats with the
wondrous glory of it all.
Adulated awe and intelligent rights,
my mind luxuriates on the great infinity.
To be alone and in the now
only time outnumbers, and
the imagination sleeps a satisfied dream.
All memory presides in perfect measure.
Triumphant angels sound up heavens grace.
Body and soul have raised the wreck,
I now embark and can alight.
Always and forever I travel in your name.
