As the Sun Falls

Shall we stay on the path

wide and safe

no brambles scraping ankles

nor angly stones

with tripping intention?

 

No

take my hand

a twisted way of thorny bush

and bruise

and at times

you may think me lost

despite my confident step

 

But this is the way

to the cliff face

to the ledge where few come

where we may watch waves

shoulder to shoulder

arm in arm

be dazzled by turquoise shards of ocean bounced light

as the sun falls

we shall (blissfully) too

Two moons of Saturn

We are two moons of Saturn

you and I

 

Floated on a set trajectory

you my Titan

Bold and cloaked in ammonia veils

I your Hyperion

a porous remnant

susceptible to cosmic influence

bonded in celestial resonance

 

Sometimes as you pass

I hear your cryovolcanos spew

a humming firmament

beneath murky methane clouds

and you hide hydrocarbon oceans

in frigid darkness

 

And I am set into a chaotic rotation

a child’s broken spinning top

no magnetic poles mark my iced canyons

pitted and aged by

ancient asteroid assault

 

Tumbling through the abyss

you and I

 

 

For all you moon inspired, night sky gazers.

Titan Image courtesy: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute, June,9 2017 (Cassini Orbiter)

Weather Beaten

The window of my heart

opaque panes with paint flaked frame

lead lined, cold vitrified

hanging part unhinged

rust tainted

from the sea air

and  winds of despair

 

yet

come close and marvel

the crack’d clefts twist light

into rainbow prism trajectory

while

shards set in shifted sand

nestle my scarred feet

 

but

fear not the shattered glass

for you shall wear boots

and everytime you pass

tread pellucid slivers to dust

The Infant Dawn

In this excruciating void

betwixt fading moon and

rising sun

an ebony pool

our weary souls float

crestfallen beside cockles

by phosphorescent starfish glow

too long this night

 

So, alight on the wings of the morning gull

a new horizon is beckoning

with shards of infant glow

unique, unseen

and

wholly

yours

 

Inspired by yet another exquisite dawn: mother nature’s deft strokes left me in awe.

The Capture

I wait

for the sun to pass behind a cloud

for the breeze to still

for the shadow to shimmer sideways

for the chance of a split second

of immeasurable beauty

gentle squeeze of the exposure button

with breath hold, unblinking

you my love

captured in time

 

The process of macro-photography is a low yield labour that requires inspiration, breath holding and total disregard of cramps. A bit like a budding relationship.

 

Last man on the Moon

I love you to the moon, and back” 

said he

not realizing that such a trip was impossible

on account of the crippling hypoxia which occurs

when drifting, maskless

through the lunar firmament

 

I love you, like there is no tomorrow”

said she

realizing that indeed

there would be no tomorrow

for her bag was packed beneath the bed

and she would slip away by moonlight

letting her lover dream

of solo space travel

Green symphony

Finding rich solace

beside the moss tinged splintered bark

of the scarred Sequoia

 

Sit I

 

Under a haphazardly sprung canopy

where shy saplings shimmer sway

to an inperceptible breeze

as finned ferns

unfurl

 

Web strands catch tunneled sunbeam

“see me, yet disturb me not” in stunning symmetry

 

And evening bird clamor couples with

muted wing percussion

in Shinrin-yoku delight

A rhapsody in green

opening night!

I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.