Complete

A watery grave in shifting tides in motion bound by wind and moon, upon the waves is where he thrives, complete, as one with this green room. The soulful song of swell at play, the churning bass, the crash, the boom, the blissful kiss of first sun’s light, above underworld he drifts attuned. ~ Mark…

Forest fire

On this day when the fire god rises beginning it’s climb from slumbered dark, to float beyond horizon’s edge in distant peak of burning spark. Drench and bathe in that fiery orb and dare to dream and chase the globe. Take on the all your meant to be, Let fears release in passing strobe, Aware…

Sun God

“Good morning my son.” said the Sun.

Exploding stars

And when his lips touched hers, the snow below them vanished, vanquished by the heat of wicked tongues at play. And when her lips touched his, And sparked a new beginning the sun began to slowly weep as it passed to it’s last day. ~ Mark Thompson

Sunburnt

She had eyes that could burn a hole in the sun.

Colours black

The deepest vein has colour bold, Weeping blue, waiting heart’s return To rejuvenate in rich, red burn. Like gold larvae, beauty story told, To morph butterfly; the new from old. And we see the flow of colours all, The artist swirls in vibrancy, Pro Hart drenching efficacy, To form a spellbound, mural wall, A fire…

Sunset ne’er

Do I miss the night, The moon’s soft glow, the flickering stars, the serene dark cast? For when I open my eyes and they meet yours and I gaze upon that smiling adore; our sun takes flight, all day, all night e’er shining bright, enveloping moonlight, I don’t miss at all, that blackened sprawl of…

Forest Fire

On this day when the fire god rises and begins it’s climb from slumbered dark to float beyond horizon’s edge in distant peak of burning spark. Drench and bathe in that fiery orb And dare to dream and chase the globe. Take on the all your meant to be, Let fear release in passing strobe….

Soar

Soaring high above yesterday The only way to play today MT

Blossom

A flower blossoms Made in time From decaying life. Death handpicked To return to Earth To join what was Before. To become, Churned aeons of dirt To fill the bed So flower’s frolicking fun Can begin, And eventuate Into a delicate, Blooming beauty Swaying to the beat Of a Southerly gust. In that bed, A…