Calm

A small drop of this quiet
Falling from the dappled shade, carried by the breeze
Is enough to cause stilled ripples
In the reckless mind

Dream Station

A fleeting handshake
rushing past the ghost figure of that one you never saw
but who watched you
I wonder if he too
has a double memory
one of a busy crowd by a train
another of a secret airship floating hove the mountains.

Loud Silence

An unexpressed roar
the confluence of a rushing water flow
building up
a suffocated breath
unanswered question
will be forever captured in the mind
the words will never form
long awaited
I will turn around
leaving the echoing nothing shouting behind.

Whimsical Generator

you and I have a complicated relationship
like a long unbalanced equation
requiring a clear mind in the dark heat fatigued night
when I walk with a torch to flip your roaring switch
plunged into immediate dead quiet blackness
in order to function you require
that I switch off the freezer and fridge in the mornings
before you can resume your power production
no electrical appliances can work together
you will splutter and trip
but in case you overheat
best to keep some lights running throughout the day
you are a difficult companion,
the comfort of your noise easing the days away

Fractals

Chromosomes mimic the shape of the whole
Like crystals
There is no chaos in this geometric beauty
The innate detail determines the repeated colours
the paths of spirals
Again and again
It looks like the view a child sees
When he puts a slight pressure on his eyelids
Unexpected stars, in a strange system
Sea shells become galaxies become ice shards become drops
Internal body cells must look like, bathed in golden oil

A fall

In an attempt to cartwheel
Showing up her younger sister who can only somersault
She loses her balance
Head first into the long grass
The recovery is fast
Gaining composure, brushing off the moist dirt
She shakes her grazes off quickly
And tries again.

Blues

He sees her, becoming so full of cloud cover
 it became too hard to watch
in the end
when she left
asking, look after them
it was a relief to see those sad shoulders
holding their lonely song
turn around
and walk towards to coming darkness