Yellow.

And was everything made of yellow?
Did you walk in golden meadows
Sun melting, flames of honey,
And swirls of stars in the night
Not silver but glints of cadium

And how you tried for the world to see
Another worldly vision
That all is moving
The face of God not static
The earth so alive and breathing
And sometimes there’s
More beauty in Sunflowers wilting

And now they know
Now they write songs about you
Put you in a museum
And does anyone want to know
Why you ate yellow?

Words dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh

…

 

Moon Book

The book of the moon
which I read and re-read as
you alone are my dreams

And all your 
different phases
tides movements cycles 

I cherish 
I adore 

And the gravity of your love 

Which pulls and attracts
my ocean
and my shores

Lit by your moonlight
But even when dark 

I feel that light 
with all of my being

and beyond your face 
I worship your heart 

my beloved book of the moon

…

The Ancient Forest Speaks


A language of the greatest antiquity –
the wild wilderness and freedom
of somewhere deep down long ago

And somewhere you remember

And I remember as I carried
you with love
cradled in my arms 

and still I carry you with love
and continually weep for you
in the long night of our exile

And yet still like my ancient sister the ocean 
who pulsates the wombed waves of life 
I weave the green and breathe the
green Breath to fill the skies
from the mossy womb of my heart


And from my roots unseen 
the forest below
the spirit of the unknown 

into these veins
to change minerals and rain

And draw upwards
to meet the sun
as light falls leaf on leaf
changing from light
to matter

And the magic of
becoming wings of air 
the birthing of life 
this myriad of being

The great spirit
singing through
the song of my leaves

And it’s okay
It’s alright
If you want to forget me

I will always love you.