The Dreamer and The Drifter

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The Dreamer and The Drifter

one winter day he drifted into the Dreamers silent eyes

his smile so quick & quirky it took her by surprise…

time passed in coffee-scented sunsets shared

where they revealed stories of their pasts

- the Dreamer dreamt, as the friendship grew stronger

that each sunset would last… a just little longer…

The Drifter gazed at the Dreamer with a depth that showed hidden thoughts

he looked into her, like she held the answers to all his secret dreams…

and the Dreamer smiled back at him with open love and peace

wondering…. just wondering… where this path would lead…

souls were bared between the two, their spirits cried honest tears

as seasons flowed they shared whispered visions that spoke of both their fears…

confessions from the long ago… and daydreams  of the future

- for a while there they even envisaged what life would be like together…

tender caress’s fed her soul…   they lingered at each kiss goodnight

… but she knew he could not pledge himself…. and could not change his life…

… one winter day he drifted into her silent eyes

 his smile so quick & quirky it took her by surprise…

but the Drifter, he was a drifter… and the Dreamer a dreamer of dreams

and one Winter day, a year later, when  the setting sun was almost gone

the Drifter kissed the Dreamer…

 and moved on;

Sharonlee©29-May-12

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All Art by Sharonlee

Predawn Silhouette

Predawn Silhouette

Thoughts flow from moment to moment-

- 5:24 AM and sleep evades;

darkness still cloisters my world

rain spatters on the rooftop in scattered showers and

splattered downfall, symphony heralding  the mood of the morning

a rain-day, wet and grey, where dampness permeates the air…

a pre-winter dampness that steeps into my tobacco, curls my hair to impossible tangles;

Increments of light filter through weary lace curtains, first too faint to see

I now notice hazy tree-shapes  still in predawn silhouette and the corner of a dirty brick building;

stained bricks no amount of rain will clean…

6:20 Am… first light…kookaburras laughingly greeting the morning

as rain and cloud and tones of cold grey seep in through the window, my portal

to the world and the untouchables beyond; what epic adventures unfold beyond my domain?

A little color now… cream-stained bricks… light sky surreal white… trees deep olive-grey…

the man downstairs wakes, I hear him start the shower, that whining that passes through aged pipes. And just like that I hear him get out again, as waterpipes complain once more. Always amazed am I by the neighbours micro-showers… does he even get wet?

Outside now lighter than my room where dusty shadows cling to cluttered corners, piles of books

look almost like city buildings in the gloom… pedestal fan a monument to energy use, and the poor design of this unit… only two opening windows allow little airflow…  and suddenly the cottage comes to mind… the cottage with its treescape and birdsong and windows flung open wide… I lived there, for a time …. its seems so long ago now….

Sharonlee©26-May-12

Savour-the-Moment Monent

Ah coffee… my first savour-the-moment moment of the day…
… aromatic drifts of double-shot-espresso, waft to waken morning thoughts
pre-dawn light blends with cigarette smoke … I know a wicked way to begin the day
no sunshiny cornflakes and glass of sunrise orange…  but it’s my day… my way…

… I lean, still warm and sleep-crumpled, hair all askew, against the window frame
gazing at the shifting shades as night merges  into first-of-day…
a few tattered clouds scatter across the sky… birds still in silhouette, glide
… a morning breeze sighs through rippling leaves that whisper salutations…
dreams and nightmares fade into shadowy obscurity as the day borders on elation…

and… ah sweet ambiance of coffee…  my first savour-the-moment moment of the day
how normal looks the world when mornings start this way…
a blush of muted tangerine flushes the under-belly of shifting clouds, now scudding across the sky
a promise of rain lingers as fingers of sun creep sleepily over the distant skyline
spilling across the Earth like a lovers gentle touch…  dust-motes in rainbow scintillate catch my eye
and I am moved to sigh… as each tranquil moment ticks by…
… my first savour-the-moment moment of the day… a natural morning high…
Sharonlee©17-May-12

On Clouds of Coffee

Open publication - Free publishing - More coffee

Looking for You & Me

Looking for You & Me

As the moon graces a midnight sky

I feel such a weariness ascend

Lay with me while the stars are high

Me and you, the night as our friend

Down in the dark streets nothing stirs

To the day we say adieu

Sleep comes soft and slowly

I give myself to you

Give  me in return your honesty

My soul needs to know that much

Heart break I’ve known before

To weary now to suffer more

You and I could create melodies

To show the world our love is true

Keep honesty in your heart

By heavens above I pledge to you

Far sweeter a love you’ve never known, for

The world is often oh so cruel, but I offer you the

Safest chance to find your heart a home

Place your trust in me my love

To be together is our prize, to

Be there for each other

Till old age stars us in the eyes

You and I together

Can change our destiny

Give me your honesty

It needs to be heartfelt and free

Back to back and face to face

Together  we’ll rock this world, just you and

Me

Sharonlee©

A Short Autumn Walk – with Photos

 

 A Short Autumn Walk – 

 Autumn in my part of Australia is an obscure affair; …there is little of the rich and vibrant color change that one would expect of the season… 

  

 Evergreen trees flourish with a thick abundance of verdant leaves…. …from my seat in the park I see a lush patchwork of luxuriant green and a few Autumn blooming flowers…

  

 the true nature of Autumn here is more a subtle change in the air…. …. the harsh humidity of Summer vanishes and while the days generally remain bright and clear and somewhat warm still the air itself is soft and gentle;

  

 …only mornings & nights are brisk with a sharp chill; the breeze changes too… becoming more playful and mischievous- - the sort of breeze that gusts along with a giggle sending hats flying and billowing up the ladies dresses with a sly chuckle…

 

 …after walking for nearly 2 hours, with a little rest in the quiet park I finally spotted something that looked decidedly Autumn…. … a small bushy tree with yellowing leaves; sharonlee©15-May-12

 

Measure of Time

Measure of Time

minutes pass...hours...days

just how does one measure time

by the beats of a lonely heart

or the rhythm of each years

passing rhyme...

past memories trace

the sun-dials changing face

dreams are embraced

by shades of sorrows grace

and like the grains of sand

in the hour glass

what measure is there

that time has passed

increments of shifting sunlight

one by one the stars at night

a sunflower that moves with the sun

another creeping midnight

when day is done...

what measures then the passage of time

sunlit smiles and shadows combined

events not always of our making

borrowed minutes not ours for the taking

the echo of a thousand hearts breaking

birth...death...life in between

don't measure time by faded dreams....

sharonlee©

FireFly Enchantment

FireFly Enchantment

still-night-silence

the breeze a transcendent sigh

through summer-high grass

seconds slow as moments last

beyond recorded time…

firefly spirits guard the enchanted night

diffused and dispersed their guiding light…

moonless twilight…like a lovers caress

wraps the sky in shades of tenderness…

breathless moments linger longingly

in pre-dark silhouette

day is spent…the weary sun has set

as a translucent breeze in summer-grass, sighs

I bid the day goodbye.

sharonlee©9-May-12

Elusive Elixir of Elysian

Elusive Elixir of Elysian

millennia passed

as a trickle of water

drip-dropped

with singular persistence

wearing an overt grove

into the granite depth

drip-dropping with time-worn regularity

a bowl was formed… a bowl of liquid crystal …

fence of briar in interwoven folds

protects the contents of the sacred bowl

forever shielding  the Elixir of Elysian it holds

… until the Prophecy of Life unfolds…

and then will come… so it has been said

from ancient tombs it has been read

a handmaiden to Gaia herself –

- the briar fence with part at her gentle touch

the granite will offer foot-holds

and she who comes with no expectations

will find… a treasure more pure than gold.

Sharonlee©9-May-12

Sharing the Silence

Sharing the Silence

Communing with the rhythm of the day
footsteps soundless on cool morning grass
forget tomorrows to-do list, I whispered to a sun-sitting bird
throw away yesterday’s dream-wish
it’s not relevant in today’s world….

live in the now… a motto I preach
but not always have I lived by what I teach
and so with shame echoing my name
I ventured beyond the man-made path….

I walked along the drying creek
that dwindles to a trickle week by week
my spirit longs for prolonged rain
so the creek can sing to me again…
… and yet I still feel enchanted
by the solace the small creek granted
… and wandering along the overgrown bank
I gave my thanks
to Mother Nature…

clouds of butterfly fluttered by
lifting my wilting spirits sky high
mostly yellow…some black and white too
and one a startling sapphire hue…
dragonflies skimmed the shallow stream
translucent wings sparkled pristine
in mingled light crisp and clean…

hidden dells opened to reveal
verdant glades luminous and surreal
where runnels still tumbled over water-washed rock
and a covey of wild dove gather in flocks…
… a lone ibis wades ankle deep
a seasoned mage, he does not speak
content to watch me watching him
as we share in the silence and the fresh Autumn wind…
Sharonlee©7-May-12

LifePath

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LifePath

in life she may walk unaccompanied

but in spirit she walks  with many

all who teach her lessons

and share the wisdom of their days…

in spirit she walks with a Pathfinder and an Ancient

 and a Hand-maiden  to the Goddess of the Earth

she walks with wisdom keepers, storytellers

and those of spiritual re-birth…

she walks with sinners who repent their ways

with saints who seek no fame

with innocence and wonder

and friends who have no name

she walks with reverence in her soul

and gentleness in her step

welcoming those who wish to walk beside her

with a peace & honesty free from regret.

Sharonlee©6 May, 2012