tentacle ten table
octopus wing oscillate
quaterfoil moulded splayed lea
banqueting from Brighton
Saunders tapered padded
paneled sea trails cut brass
trellis elixir sprayed aprons
outline eastern wise men
dragons of habitual
above their firmament
inlay of prominence, water colour view
combining Gothic and oriental elements
electric fantastical fanatical

On a wisp of wattle
that cradled in the fig,
a dreaming began,
as sleep draped veils
to nurture a gleam into
dazed eyes,
as mantles of moonbeam
wreath temples
I fell to,

A gathering cluster
that saturated all reality,

a sculptor with tool
set about carving
a bird of paradise
as form finished
it flew away

A dove birthed
from a painters brush
and wiggled free to
splash the canvas of black
staining its feathers
in obsidian

Were l able to truly play guitar
like the masters of the art,
I'd play for you the sweetest melodies;

then afterwards, within your eyes
I'd be inspired then to write,
with that feeling flowing through me like a breeze.

I wish l better understood
the meaning of my life,
or better yet the meaning that is yours;

then afterwards, within your heart
my vision would then clear,
and l'd comfort you whilste opening your doors.

I watched as you sleep
on the old bed,
seeing your skin bears
the lines of age...

Your love have lit my life,
guiding me to be
the man I am
meant to be

Each time I fall
you were there.
You lift me up
because you care

When I was unwell,
you used to cradle me.
In your strong arms,
I could hear,
you pray for me

Now you are old and feeble,
unable to move freely.
Your bones always ache
when the weather gets ugly