
These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world

These are the traces
of our immature effort
before breaking free
into a new world

I feel alive
With salt in my hair
Sand between my toes
Sunburn on my cheeks
I am free
Open field of lavenders
decorated with purple dreams
filled with smoky scent
from the sprigs
broken between our skin
Perhaps
that’s enough
to make the moon
pregnant
I long to be
these little shells
laze around
on a bed of moss
wearing the marks
of the ocean
bath in the healing sun

We became
the mellow sky
In harmony with
the time polished rocks
And finely sieved sand
I looked through the train window
Lines of yellow trees shimmering
in the golden sun rays
That took me to the sunflower field in January
when I wore smiles like daffodils
Chilly autumn day
on a wet shore
The hard-edged pebbles
underneath my unprepared feet
cripple my steps
Leaning against a rock
I watch you snorkeling
flappers up
diving deep
towards the colourful marine world
where you find joy
and peace

Your garden
I trespass
You size me up
I hold still
No eye contact
Let it be peace
between us
I only
stopping by

* Wendy’s Secret Garden info: https://www.wendyssecretgarden.org.au/wendys-story/

My heart is an island
Your eyes are the ocean
Your shoulder is the land
Our love shimmers
from the view of an airplane