Mango Walk

testing sentiments

the calendar of feeling
announces winter

deeper the blue sky
unready to give us the
blessing of snowfall

what we wish we know
will not happen still we must
go beyond the words

we desire to shape
dreams but then we discover
we cannot grasp them

all we can do now
is make our lives and actions
a memorial

no more memory
fleeting sight of joyous bird
in late afternoon

as night comes on us
colours of silence proclaim
another meaning

in the noisy night
we expect no plain answer
only the magic

time moves fast and slow
one happy one more than fraught
tension builds always

clocks lie every day
saying there is yet more time
but never enough

with calculation
we see a hopeful dawning
to come in few days

in brightest city
the pit inside gives off an
aura of darkness

but in no corner
has night any real power
to slay our new sun

morning returns soon
what comes comes and that is all
any could expect

in the hot city
for me only you exist
riding to rescue

no thought but worship
calling from the train i say
please be there sweetie

you i see waiting
glad in that moment smiling
homeward at long last

fragments of poetry
messages sent heard noted
urgently needed

marvellous stories
these give us little reason
to dream of fairies

brittle the moment
but no one will listening
break up the tension

greeter of morning
the bird will never notice
that you have heard him

though dark is seemly
november sunset too soon
ends pleasant daylight

travel broadens when
you go to learn not just teach
but is so painful

yesterday the sea
the sun on the loud breakers
today much cooler

the writer tells lies
pleasant honest ones yet not
fully convincing

magical moments
you sleeping in my long arms
loving in comfort

the fleeting nature
of happiness gives it a
masterful power

in the small aircraft
we hold hands smiling glad that
we are together