BEYOND WORDS.

Silently you slumber in the late hours,

I glance to see you composed in solace,

You exude its calming power,

I slip away out of the door

Quietly, to ventures I undertake,

And reflect back to you sleeping 

As I sit motionless on the mainline train.

I think of love for you, she calms my soul,

And in this crowded carriage people are talking 

Loudly, especially those on their cellphones.

But I do not hear their words because I'm in 

A space where nothing can intrude;

For love has placed me in her special place, 

Whilst thinking, suspended in this moment  

Of grace for you. And she chases away distractions;

So as I with clarity, can settle myself to contemplate 

In her amorous perfume.

So sensitive I feel. Why? Is this a brief pause or a 

Prolonged phase,  for a deepening of my heartfelt state?

If I were to tell you the extent of my emotion 

It would be that you'd know my Achilles heel,

Cannot think why, today, I find difficulty saying, 

Projecting what is so beautiful and real.

They say: Love is courage and strength, 

And on it, one can surely depend,

But I feel weak, irritated by reticence at the lack of will to spend.

Is it a chill in the air blowing frost onto Saturn's frown? 

For behind these words I earnestly shed my gown,

And if spoken, substance of meaning would sadly fall down,

Chancing that course, I leave alone for now,

For grounded, I do not want to be at this time 

Not while holding my emotions cradled in this nebulas cloud.

Vulnerability tests my heart and charms my wake,

I stress this view far from any woeful mistake,

Not proud keeping concealed my truth for ego's sake,

So I travel this day bereft of strength to harness my lake,

Of love for you, beyond words; beyond the beauty of snow 

And her delicate existance of patterned flakes.

Love uttered would only seem to serve me less, 

For receptive moods may not be that, one needs to expect

And to seek, to be consoled at levels from love words said, 

A subtle fear creeps: Is it that love I feel is all my spiritual and 

Earthly life with you my love, and without you, my spiritual death? 

THE CALMING.

I'd touched on my warrior spirit.

The stallion is swift to discern;

When others disrespect your 

Kindness, my warrior emotion 

Comes forth with concern.

I react when you are challenged, 

By others thick-skinned,

Self-serving pushy 'wants,'

And without any time; something 

Taps me inside saying:

'You're judging and not being a sport,

Calm down; it's not as bad as you thought!'

REFERENCES.

Storybook memories

From the quiet corners of

the past.

Never full chapters;

But pieces of a puzzle that

Needed to be put together,

An inseparable tonic between 

Then and now.

Willing to forget the feeling

Of bad times with a joke 

And a smile;

The good times become  

A heavenly while,

They're instruments of fate;

For future to relate,

And personal journeys to be 

Reshaped. 

TO HAVE, TO HAVE NOT.

Warmed by its fragrance,

Enchanted by its presence,

Soothed by its aroma,

Gripped by its flow,

Shaken by its power;

Soft as a flower,

Lighting up the existance

Of a personality known.

Some do, some don't

Have its shine,

It never lies:

No-one has the power to

Take it away or make it hide,

It's something that's noticed

If one likes it or not,

One would say: everyone's

A star,

But, it's a quality superstars 

Unknowingly give off.

The gift essence of a special

Personality, captured in charisma

And charm, which only they have 

But most have not!  

EAVES DROPPING.

I hear you talking 

In your sleep,

What do you think?

What do you see?

Do I ever wander

In your dreams?

And if I do.

What kind of stories,

What kind of movies,

What kind of scenes

Do you see ourselves in?

You won't tell me, will you.

Because when you wake

It becomes an intimate 

Secret that is forgotten:

I hear talking in your

Sleep. Again. 

BE MY GUEST.

Be my guest,

Just; for a while,

As I bathe in the presence 

Of you reminiscing and wandering wiles.

Lost in the bounds of a cosy occasion,

The orange fire murmurs the contented

Relation,

Laughs and smiles:

Nothing really said,

Just polite conversation to bring pleasant 

Moments to one's head,

A simple pastime; soon to come to a tired

And treasurable end,

Be my guest;

At least for a few moments,

Before I go to bed!

HERO'S AND CHAMPIONS.

    (THE WORLD CUP 2010).

The beautiful game,

Burns a new flame,

A landmark in history

Gracing all with its fame.

South Africa's poised, in

Great splendour's boat,

Crowned wearing the cloak,

As the year's world cup host,

Heralding new promise, unity

Empathy and hope.

Pride of a continent opens

Her doors,

Welcoming nations to her 

Colourful land, eventful skies 

And exotic shores.

May the games begin,

May the best team win.

Hold the torch high

Let its legacy ring;

As each country's flags fly

Silently, the winds of hope sings,

For all teams are Hero's and 

Champions indeed!

This magnificent occasion gives 

Joy to our lives,

And shows countries can come

Together through love of a kind.

And the beautiful game;

With its power and strength,

Involves us to cheer, cry and

Represent,

And share in its heritage with all

Honour and respect,

To simply be a part of is a blast,

In the world's most beautiful event! 

LOVE IS FULL.

Deeply, passion stirs the emotion,

Pulsating near the surface of its own accord,

This unfathomable essence;

Defying conception, ever knocking my

Inner door, whispering intently:

'I feel for you completely.'

Beyond the tapestry of thought,

Which my words fail miserably to convey:

I try to grasp its warmth,

But feeble, is the attempt of delivery's court,

Because limited is my skill in this form;

And yet, expression I'm compelled to sought. 

I'm captured, consumed by its play 

Reducing care to nought of its intensity;

Its brevity, its uncompromising ecstasy,

Which ebbs without measure through me as

If the bliss of eternity has found a niche 

Flowing through this vessel physically. 

Its your presence here of being, 

All natural, manner and pattern of qualities that 

Is you, 

And how you are and move.

Unafraid and full, in the gaze of what I cannot see:

Its like not seeing a full breeze blowing, knowing

The strengths of breath it breathes. 

For what I feel, doubt cannot offend, is now truly 

In bloom,  

Love at its finest and deepest for you!  

DAWN TO DAWN.

At the dawn of life,

The world was a glow.

By morning,

The wind and the waters flowed.

At midday of life,

Plants grew and birds sang

And animals came to rule the land.

In the afternoon of life,

Man had been born,

To separate its life from the natural spawn.

By mid-afternoon,

Man thought he knew best;

Harmonys become a discordant jest.

At the evening of life,

Man had reached no cure for his ills,

But signed his will, for the seeds of tomorrow 

Ever evolving still.