Wind Cathedral

This place is quiet
silence dominates the days
before sunset, a breeze begins to move the sand
lightly, at first
a song with a gentle tune
as the light fades, and the following abrupt desert darkness
the sound of the wind intensifies, reaching a crescendo
until the stars seem to see the song ringing out from an invisible choral stand

imagination movers

They play, alone
behind my closed door
completely content
spinning out story upon story
the popstar meeting the princess
reconstructing the movies, adding other characters
time hides behind the curtain
until the darkness finally releases them into reality.

Urban space

Time has abandoned us
space lies on the horizon like a crossword
stars shoot, neural pathways connect
collectively
a red planet moves closer, like a memory
a memory of dusk, sun sliding down from a deserted sky
the small remembrance of a shared past, shrinking under the new cosmos

Loss

The heart carries loss like a soldier,
stoic, strong, continuing to function
no words, no mourning by the grave
the silence spreads fast after dark
seeking comfort in a subtle cadence
but nothing eases the brutal quiet kept empty space

Skeleton Forest

brittle, broken grey branches
like twisted limbs on the ground
bleached frames of once ripe wattles
dry, empty of life
a skeleton peaceful forest family

Stormy weather

The collecting of clouds, gathering grey matter
behind the blue gum trees
magnifying the bird calls
the rising humidity
before the first hand clap thunder lightning sign
the shattering rain
watched from behind a safe warm window pane
used to be reassuring, a calm sense of water

the storm clouds gathering now
are pressured behind my eyes
car fumes, no trees
no birds
no warning, but a burst of tears
with no hideout, no safe place to watch the falling drops
just a mirror, reflecting
the storm in my head