To find — I write at night, and despite From what I’ve seen and heard I sit here with my ear cocked And listen for the morning bird. It may be a warble or a whisper The sounds seep into my psyche And herald a new morning That is when I start to write…

Conversations. — Photo by Harli Marten on Unsplash Way back when I was ten And stilted in perspective All looked so different then Now older, I’m reflective. The story is embellished By experience and age And each day at work and play I turn another page. Things are changed and rearranged. I cannot…

Into mysteries, we both crave — Your eyes are pools I’ve gazed into, your smile as warm as sunshine, I’ve walked the track where you have been in different moods and fun times Mirrors of light shades of dark, sparks of recognition, kindle knowledge yet untold, life put on full ignition. Deep souls stir and come…

Two spells in parallel. — In translucent light afore the night, In shadows and silent applause, Out of the dark into the light, A moment of opening doors. Lifting away the layers, Cloud gathering in the rain, Sing songs of the soothsayers, Hearing angels lilting refrain. Behind the masks and eclipses, Miracles meet one by one, In…

Never speak to strangers — Never speak to strangers. It was a lesson I learnt early Whether they are short or tall Round skinny, or burly My name is sin der Ella. Sex is off the list as well Mum said all blokes were dirty Please don’t ask why cos she could tell So armed…

In music — Please speak to me in music. So much easier to understand I was then searching for the words. Strike up the language band. From pop tunes to symphonies There are always hidden meanings. A language deep within my soul I am defining likes and leanings. A song inside my mind…

In the sky — Like an eagle in the sky spirited and gliding Here I have a birds-eye view. There is no place to hiding Gliding in and out of different situations sailing before the wind blown by my intuitions Turning over pages That I’ve never read before drifting on a daydream and opening…

From the heavens — Autumn in the Tablelands Night chills permeate the air. A cloak of mist-like satin The sky is a celestial sphere. Stars dripping from the heavens The sky is a sparkling crown. A myriad of deep impressions The night’s majesty in renown. The crunch of heavy footsteps The torchlight cuts a…

Of familiarity — Is that me Or a melting dream A puddle on the floor The cats are into the cream. Or shaded suppositions Edges of existence Broken at the seams They were disappearing in the distance. Sunlight and the greeting Of love inside the room Spread across the walls. …