We shared the same garden,
Before the fall of Angels
And the end of Eden.
...
Be the last
Face I see
Before taking leave
Of this failing fragile vessel.
...
Some summer memories
Are forever covered with warm gold,
Illuminated from within
With an intense light that cannot be held.
...
Fog horns moan
Amid the boats bobbing in Departure Bay,
Sounding, beckoning, warning,
Those listening to the inner harbour air.
...
My Guarding Angel’s kiss
Is a sweet perfect sweet mist
Of honey
Hard liquor
...
Two Flowers From The Same Garden
We shared the same garden,
Before the fall of Angels
And the end of Eden.
From us came sacred flowers,
With precious petals that crumbled when held,
Blooms that might have flourished
If they'ed been left 'unattended' by others..
We were two flowers from the same garden,
Who by our nature disintegrate on touch,
But need to be touched
And touched
And turned into the finest most beautiful dust.