Far distantly
I hear a flock of geese
honking in the wind
Smiling comes automatically
weather changing atmospherically
for another very first time
I feel what it is to be alive
Icy palm shelters a fevered mouth.
I still know what you're thinking.
Speech needn't become tangible
for your words to cut and bruise.
What you ache to say blankets,
lingers atmospherically between us.
Long gone are days of battling space,
requiring time, not colloquy.
What's the use of using words
if they only cut and bruise.
A simple glance, curl of lip
a siren, screeching through the silence.
Say nothing, if you can't speak nice.
Converse with me in bubbles
to ignore as I please,
I never learnt to read.
11 Sept 2011
Billions of journeys round a fiery eye
This watery celestial traveler made.
Untiring, spiraling route through the sky
Always returned from yearly crusades.
She carried her children on top her back
And nurtured their needs until they have grown.
Some may have suffered; those may have cracked
But never through any fault of her own.
Forever and always maternally
This wondrous, aging beauty shall remain
Our source of life atmospherically.
Through time and space her dimensions attained
Despite her journeys she managed to bring
Her gifts: summer, autumn, winter and spring.