Austral Days

Never ever dared to dream
Thoughts collide in flights of fancy
Deepest joy anticipates
Nothing stirs yet awkwardly.

I feel a feather on a breeze
Gentler, gentler still
I move upon a brighter way
And face each coming day.

So many years I wished for this
To see that land, those faces
Not knowing what to fear or miss
I re-traced my own re-traces.

A world away, is where I’ll be
To find another world, anew
Want to wake up from my reverie
And soak up all its light, imbue.

Southern Cross may welcome us
Two loners on a path of glee
Our love will reinforce, and thus
Bring my soul’s own breath to me.

Travel Post

Your favourite poet will be travelling for the next coming weeks. Australia by way of Hong Kong. You might be able to follow progress on a photo site I intend to maintain while 'on the road'. You'll find it at: http://www.byphotos.com/album/1487370

Home is where I hang my coat..

Not long now..

New Poem

Wrote a new poem today:


Enigma

A siren blessed my sky-bound venture,
Eager to allay my fears.
She bound me with a magic senture,
Christened my sword with sacred tears.

She bid me farewell with a garland kiss,
Never would I see those eyes.
My heart prepared to feel amiss;
Anxiety was my lust’s disguise.

My starlight ship had sails of gold,
Crimson timber held our lives.
My voyage was one oft foretold;
Could I be he who yet survives?

We sailed upon celestial waves,
Praised the faithfulness that saves.

Summer

The last two days have been wonderfully warm and sunny, just what you want in early June. Not much news to impart, just winding down the last two weeks of this term. The odd student still comes in but mostly, things in the library are very quiet. Can't wait for my holidays. Holy days. Sacres leisure time? Sounds good to me, I must admit.

Adios for now!

New work

News today is that I've started work on a new book. The scoop is that it will be prose, not poetry. I will never turn my back on verse but thought it was time I tried to reach for a measure of glory and write a book that could in theory become succesful. For too long I have seen other writers, artists forge ahead and get themselves noticed. While it is true that in a way I take pride in doing everything myself, I find myself at a stage where I feel some recognition would be nice as well.
So, can't give you any title or other details. All I can say that so far my ideas have had a distinct gothic flavour..
I'll be scribbling away with a vengeance!