...in a name...

Bright and pure is all the Greek to me,
as Titan might be associated with the moon,
she is all of this and somewhat more,
a kiss become the overcome of those who prevent a way too soon.

...worlds collide...

Do we know what might be the event of two worlds collide?
do we have the fortitude to perceive the clash that might ensue?
we might sit behind a thought that there is little to all that ends well,
as there is for the turning of the screw!
this torture nor retained amongst the time enriched,
for all that would there be to bear witness or perceive,
the words that might collide in their own sought out richness,
might be the one's that through whispered or spoken words a love recieve.

Packets

Superlative by its open mouth: overcome as its astonishment can be,
in estuarine its waters fall into seemingly endless sea,
harbouring thoughts the mariners approach not smuggle coast-to-coast under sail or engineer,
their tide approach draws near,
fresh enveloped by salty spray at the waters meet,
a gull upon the winds above might cry its haughty greet,
where gantries lift out weighty goods while anchored on their starboard outward home,
from here in south facing course first set the Falmouth Packets roam,
their holds but burdened by the written word,
what length they go to be the connect absurd!
across mighty empire does small matters be the source of greater deed,
our Packet princes shanty to the sound of waves to best impress their need.

Inspire...

Take inspiration from the world around: a sight, a taste, a merry sound,
should we but wait for the approaching muse, we waste more than we might use in stirring words
and subtle rhyme, that captures winters chill or summertime;
how like the mariner to such delight as the sky blushes into night!or what might be the final count,
if stars and grains of sand were found equal in their amount?
could we find a place to shelter from the rain that allows us to feel it but stay dry?
would we stay there for hour upon hour taking in its freshness and the electric scent of the summer sky?
to say to Inspiration: 'bring on, for creation is not a curse!
'let words be our only master, let rhyme and poets do their worst!
no ancient mariner bereft of refreshing thought it seems,
we are inspiration from within ourselves, for we can all explore our dreams!'

Find a thought, let it dwell until you see it clearly, when it moves follow it and see where it might lead you...

It's Christmas!

'It's Christmas!' the familiar festive call repeated several times,
I heard it upon the seasonal breeze as it tried to make a rhyme,
The excitement heard in the tone was exuberant,
uplifting to my spirit as any Christmas spirit would be on such a day,
I would listen to hear her voice as it lifted to the stars that lit the night,
for that would not leave me feeling that she was so far away....

Long road

How far could this long road take us before the dawn awakes to crack the sky?
another world to find before it's beauty pass us by,
a world be bold as autumnal it sets its leaves to fly,
or do we see the destination shrinking away as if coy before our gazing eye,
play games with shadows as along the road to pass,
jump, leap, pause in sunshine or shadow:
what matter? is the joy of moving forward,
toward the place to stay for its reward,
the long road never end only pause...

It was early when I passed along the long road wondering where the dawn could make it end...not close enough to a friend...hence...I didn't follow it...

Destined

Is there a destiny in the way she looked into my eyes?
could the fates for once surprise?
we overcome the mountains in which they hide?
find friendly Pegasus: to her on which to ride?
the stars will rise to the challenge they bring,
lift Pegasus up on mighty wing,
hold mane while wind through hair will sing,
find to what a heart is destined.....