Loves Labour

Marinated Sole, fragrant grains of rice
A glass of golden orange with shards of ice
Fresh green salads tossed with the desire
That the spark of attraction
Is set on fire...

The table set with lace and flowers
Sparkling crystal under shady bowers
Of mango blossoms in glorious bloom
The voice of a koel fills the air
As it beckons the late afternoon...

Strains of Figaro mask the drum beat
Of his straining heart in the heat
Of quickening dreams
Of awakening hope
Of loves epiphanies...

No more

No subway subversiveness,
No footprints on a million grains of sand
Falling away as you pass by
Erased by the tides of desire...

No trysting birds on bare branches,
Devoid of leaves by the singeing sun
No listening to your heart beat
In time to the rhythm of our love

No laughter to chase away
The wisps of despair clinging to our skin
in the waning moonlight...
No whispers in the dead of night
To melt the granite that is your heart.

Freedom

Freedom, you are
the autumn leaf drifting to the call of the season.
Freedom, you are
the tune forming in a dreamers mind.
Freedom, you are
the paint on a wet canvas
seeking it's own path to redemption.
Freedom you are
a drop of blood trembling on the precipice of a soldier's wound.

Freedom, you are
grains of insidiously shifting sand in a moonlit dune.
Freedom, you are
the mistral's fury unleashed on sun ripened vine.
Freedom, you are
the joyous leap of fish freed from the angler's hook.
Freedom you are
dust motes escaping from a long forgotten tome.

You are the dawn cloud
creeping into the shepherd's croft.
You are the drooping flag that will not fly
for a war that should not be fought.
You are phosphorescence riding the waves
of a turbulent sea.
You are pride
you are joy
you are sorrow
but most of all... you are free.

One Step Up

Music World is two minutes behind
What a relief - I'm early...
The Spinner hidden in the hurly-burly
Of rush hour traffic on Park street
Comes striding down on his size eleven feet.

But wait...it's but a dream
I'm late and he's about to scream!
"I'm here where are u Eyes?"
With full throated bellow he cries
As I rush down the Rock n Roll aisles
Jumping the DVD and CD piles.

We spin off one step up
To find ourselves a step below
The busy road, people rushing by
And ladies next table give us the eye.
While the waiter waits patiently for a reply...

Coffee? Iced tea? A sandwich for you?
No no, just a small table for two...
Is that too much to ask?
As in the morning light we bask...
Through the plate glass window covered with damask.

You talk, I talk, we both listen
All the while our eyes glisten
With hidden amusement and that something else
That makes you smile and me quite tense
Till of your intentions, I make some sense!

Fish fries eaten, iced teas sipped
Eyes connecting but no heart beats skipped
Off to our other lives we go
To meet again in the morrow
With renewed energies more meets will follow!