Sister.

She moves with life
With the ebb and the flow
Swims with the current
...Never against

She just accepts

Diving in with a smile
Then coming up for air
You'll see her amongst the waves
First here, then, over there
...And I wave back

I watch with awe
I always have
And many times with a tear
Of joy
Year after year
She has
And continues to show me
The woman
I one day hope to be...

One who moves with life
With the ebb and the flow
With the grace and beauty
Of one who knows

Herself.

Your Time Starts Now.

What happens
When everything you've done
Doesn't work anymore
And leaves you asking
What was it all for?

Don't despair
Everything that's been
Has led you here

To the edge of a new understanding
Look down and see the abyss
- The depths of what is yet to be learned
And not to be missed
By fears of falling and taking risks

Jump in
Don't wait
Create your own new waves
And free yourself from being a slave
To time
To your mind

Starting here :
Your time starts now.

No Explanation.

I go by gut feeling
- It's the only way I know how
And right now,
I'm trusting an inkling
And ignoring thinking
As I follow this feeling

Through.

- Don't try and explain
I won't be explained
- Don't try and make sense
It will only make sense to me

Just let it be...

You be you
And I'll be me
And if we accept each other
Without judgment
- We can set each other free.

Balancing Act.

It's a balancing act
This life
Taking care
To avoid extremes
And coming apart at the seams

To accept all
Even when we fall
From grace
Choosing instead
To pick ourselves up
In the face
Of fear and of doubt

Dusting them off
Without a pout
Or self pity
- Its reflection is not pretty

Throw away those mirrors
And focus instead
On the eyes of another
See
Connect
Hold
Hands
- They were made for giving
The act of which
Strips
Away the storylines
And the judgments
Created by our fickle minds

Leaving the soul exposed
Naked
And pure
As the day we were born.

Now Open.

The open road
The open sea
We long to travel
We long to sail

The open bloom
The open box
Reveals colour to our eyes
Reveals wonder and surprise

You'd never guess...

We already know the answers
To what we each need
And we know that open
Is better than closed

So why then, do so many
Stand at the windows
And remain indoors?

Time has loaned us this world
So get the hell out there, and explore.

Hearts and Leaves.

On a Monday in Autumn
When you were sleeping
They'd held your heart
And I think that mine
Stopped beating
While we were waiting
While we were there waiting...

There, you'd slept so sound
While we stood there waiting
For time to turn around
It's hands, so heavy on the lids
Of your eyes
- You were dreaming
And we anticipating
The rise and fall of your chest
Deep inside
A new heart beating
While outside
We'd watched the colours turning
We'd watched those colours turning

And outside those trees wore Autumn leaves
While inside, we wore hearts on sleeves
While you slept there, sound

You slept so soundly
And not a word was spoke
Hearts were up inside our throats
But not a word was spoke
Only hands were squeezed
Before you woke
But not a word was spoke


And I made you a garden in my mind
Filled up with elms and filled with oaks
I made you a garden in my mind
And lay you down in its bed
So you could sleep far, far away
Far from all these tubes and meds

I made you a garden in my mind
Where warm breezes they could dance
A gentle two-step, in time
Across your peaceful face
And miles away from this cold, cold place

And there, you could sleep so soundly...

While we are back here waiting
For time to turn around
It's hands, so heavy on the lids
Of your eyes you were dreaming
And we anticipating
- The blinking of your face
As deep inside, a new heart beating
While outside
We'd watched the colours turning
We'd watched those colours turning

And outside the trees wore Autumn leaves
While inside, we wore hearts on sleeves
While you slept there sound...

You slept so soundly
And not a word was spoke
Hearts up inside our throats
But not a word was spoke
Only hands were squeezed before you woke
But not a word was spoke
No, not until you woke.

Fire.

Fire, fire
Is in my chest
Fire, fire
I do my best
Everyday
To resist
Getting burnt
While burning
Silently
Quietly
For you.

Soft glow
Does he know?
Does he see?
The warmth in my cheeks
- This new colour,
A painting from my heart
He has me framed
And I don't know where to start.

Absent.

Please don't cry
Just fly
Away and pretend
You never came here
It's much easier, I fear
Than catching the tears
That fall in your absence.

Hearts on Lines.

We sometimes hang our hearts
Out on lines
Peg them up, and watch them go round
Hoping those we hold dear
Will make a sound
And look back our way
With something kind to say
About the courage it takes
To continue to put our hearts on the line
Each day...

As some grow bitter
And some dry out
The challenge is to keep leaving them out
And open to all conditions
Always choosing love in the face of fear and doubt.

Castles.

Our bodies and faces are castles
Made from dust
Out of nature's lust
For creation

So fragile are we
When the winds knock us down
So beautiful are we
When we don't give up
And rebuild these castles of ours
From the ground up

And they all house
The kings and queens
That are our hearts
Challenged by the enemies
That are our doubts

...If only we'd let our fortress down
So they could see
These walls we hide behind
Divide you from me

Half of one

These illusive castles
That make our bodies and faces
Should not hide us
From the dust we were
And the dust we shall become
When all is said and done

In the meantime
Let us be one
As we build our castles
Fortress free

For fragile are we
When the winds knock us down
Yet beautiful are we
When we don't give up
And rebuild these castles of ours
From the ground up.

An Answer.

And so I write this for you
(you know who you are)
Here, by the light of a paper star
- Unlike the firey one that you are
Shooting past
Flying fast
Like lightning across my sky
You have struck
And woken something in me, up

And so I thank you
For this light
In a time that may have been dim
You appeared in my night

...An answer came to me in a smile
As we talked for a while
- Yours is a spirit free
Just as every spirit should be
And it has helped me rediscover
The adventurer living in me...

Time is Ticking.

Time is ticking
Life is whispering
Secrets I must hatch...

The countdown begins
To a new phase
Time is ticking
Life is whispering
Of new days ahead.

The World Up My Sleeve.

I was never meant to stay
But I did
I was never meant to give this city
My heart
But I did
I wore it on my sleeve
Hoping others would believe
As I did
- In the magic...

But it's wearing thin
As I stare at the screen
...Was this my dream?

If so, it's been fun
But if someone told me it was the end
I'd say I've only just begun...

To wake
To see
A world beyond
The one my humble eyes have shown me

And now with what has gone
I long to wander free
...I was never meant to stay
But I did
But now it's coming time
To fly away.

A New Step.

A new space
A new time and place
I've climbed into
- An older soul
With each year
- She helps me get a firmer grip
On knowing myself
While loosening the one on my fears

...On this giant ladder of life
- Sometimes it sways
Sometimes I look sideways
But when I steer with the heart
I'm always looking, then climbing
Up.

The Wizard.

He wears patches on his elbows
And uses music to cast spells
He is humble and he is patient
- I can tell
By the tone of his voice
And his words of choice
He chooses them well
As he weaves them, with song
- This modern day wizard
Cast's his spell

...And I am honoured
For a space in time
To be witness to the magic.