The shadow of the spectre looms..
Engulfing senses -
threatening
to inhale souls
...
There's soup and bread on the table
with which to fill ourselves..
I will not fret today,
For tomorrow belongs to God...
...
She was here once,
in my arms
& I could feel
her heartbeat
...
Oh give me the wild
The wind in my hair -
leaves underfoot
birdsong in the air..
...
Who can I open my heart to,
When the anger writhes within..
like hissing snakes
that bite & spit
...
And now in the cold light of day,
Grief casts her shadows long,
and grey
Draining warmth & blinding me
...
And there amidst the leafy green
Emblazoned
on a clear blue sky, a face
Of questions
...
Crimson carpets
brightly laid
‘neath Flame tree's leafy boughs
Jacaranda's purple rain
...
I've been doing hard yards
said the Pilgrim
My path seems lined with briars;
Obstacles arise
...