cerebral abstractions
bloom as intricate branches

touching the organs of light
through the infinite dark

the mind ascends
to reveal true simplicity

like the warmth of home
the currents pulled me back

to the place where my heart belongs

2021

to drift far away
down the black currents
through your mouth
I surrender to the sea

there the stars in the sky
look down so silently

and rising from beneath
...they appear to carry me

2019

a small breath of cool air
slips through the open window,
a momentary pleasure
on a hot summer's night

you had disappeared from my life,
as easily as you had entered it

2017

and even those beautiful intimacies
held deep at the bottom of your ocean
will one day surface
washing ashore to join in a world of fragmented memories

2017

with my ears I saw the cold night vanish,
under the light of sparks
of steel on fingers


“now then, what am I doing here?” he asked.
“following your heart through the seasons and back.” she breathed in reply.

2016

As the days bleed by
hope falls slowly to the soil
like the withered petals of a breaking heart

2015

he listened to the world and wondered

how would I feel, if I were the sky..
how would I feel, if I were the trees..
how would I feel, if I were the oceans..

–

“simply as you are”, replied the universe. . . . ..infinite

2014

let’s keep exploring,
I don’t quite mind where.
Just as long as I’m near,
that fleeting glimpse of fear.

And I’ll be content,
that you’re in my heart,
knowing you loved me,
all from the start

2013

painter

I float amongst the clouds
In the place I’ll always be

Where my mind is open
And the currents carry me

I see a sky that expands without an ending
I breathe the air that’s cool deep into my being
I experience the colours of a universe,
and in my memory they are reprising

And with my brush I fall,
back to reality

For it is not I who paints the clouds
It is the clouds who paint me

2013

he always wondered what it meant to be afraid of chaos
of not being able to prevent the havoc that worked against life's balance
a fear rooted within the potential loss of existence.

but deep inside remained an irremovable thought

that the end of our existence means the birth of another
and the fascination of a new, unknown existence brought beauty to it all

2012

l e a f

I always watched as you walked by
days, weeks, months
with the same expression painted over your face

It shook me to see the your sadness
An ache that would resound through to the roots of my being

I hope one day I could see the colours you’re truly capable of
before time ages your spirit

The way I realized the colours of my own
as the wind carried me away

2012