Summer evening on a beach, and no matter the distance, we each see the same sky |
“...and many times the Earth has rolled since then” Begins the end of her story For tomorrow, and a new shore It’s over, over here Now we dream off to there Down under, down into dreamtime Aboriginal knights light the Western wanderer’s way Down there, down under The temple dome flecked with white shards of stars Silent watchers, those engines of Creation Brightest white, burning yesterday’s hopes into the new dawn And we’re off wandering new trails Maybe tomorrow’s sunrise will be new So much suffering we seem to choose And the pain, the hurt, the distance A billion billion grains of sand offer themselves to her beautiful feet Soft and fine, like powder, like dust, like fleeting feelings Like rivers, rivers of flowing auburn hair against the night Half a world away and earlier, the poet contemplated A ring, a smile, creases of joy, blossoming eyes Silliness and sadness, meaning and madness Wasn’t it just the weave of the times Is it just me or is everyone high? He remembered... The richest man in Babylon was the man who understood The one who had read the meaning of the riddle at Babel Many turns before this night, the poet sighed In the glory of the moment, in the innocence of locked eyes A signal flashed fleeting past, feeling, probing; a few fingertips of meaning The serene sensation of an honest tear’s evaporation called him That tear, that moment, and now, the water shed for understanding More than words, he knew; Aibohphobia is the fear of palindromes A play on words: a pun Humdrum, as the night prepared her bed for the returning Sun Palindromes are the same backwards Nun, mum; “Madam, I am Adam” “Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas” Read it backwards, like aibohphobia But it was more than words or wordplay The depth of feeling, the warmth, the interplay A dreamer’s dream, serene, complete, without fear The ocean speaks “Hold on, for another year You are blessed with fellow travellers And she needs you as she sails on” And, like for so many others He was bound; captured and held, wilfully unfree He knew it, felt it, breathed Cool salt air and probing wisps of breeze Purple mountains, river valleys, Autumn’s phantasm of leaves “We are She, he is we, I am her, and she is me She’s the strangest life I’ve ever seen We’re the strangest moments ever dreamed” Bound together, for the moment, eternally “I’d heard her tears tearing me And I’d signed forever A keepsake, a reminder Memento mori Aide memoire" Always in mind Hearts and time “This one I’ll love” He smiled at the memory; at the moonlight He picked up a pebble and tossed it across the ocean Standing on her moonscaped beach she listened to the roar Her moon, up there, pulled gently at the shore In a languorous set-to, with sand duelling foam Essays and mountains, pages unfold Glinting in and out of moonlight tossed across the lapping waves A bottle called to her, left wreathed in white sand The waves retreating, sand born from water, land from sea He smiled, the soft magic of the act He felt the wind’s tender caress across his bare chest Tickled softly by the cotton shirt, pearly white on this desert night On such a small space hanging amongst the stars Those two, together but for the mirage of distance Saturday night on planet Earth Sad lives and tear-stained eyes All around them Death and birth Triumphs and tragedies Unity and disharmony Elements of style Heartache and dying Apocalypse with steak and red wine Cancers and bad rhymes Agony through bad times He looked and caught just that faint speck in the black There She was And she was looking too From Andromeda Paired Bonds Forever Amor Vincit Omnia Tales from Andromeda “So!?” To the distance between us “Love you” He whispers He sees his star dive to her And she knows “Yes, I am serious” Sing to me Think of me Don’t forget me Remember It’s all a beautiful mistake And we’re all perfectly strange Heart of Andromeda? Universal attraction |