The lights of the stars fill the skies to the brim

And on cloudless nights we can look up at them

And seeing the pinpricks that pepper the sky

We're one with the galaxy, just for a time

Out in the distance pale mountains are looming

The ghosts of my present now fading to past

The lake gleams and shimmers, its cold waters moving

I carve this to memory and will it to last

The clouds are charging the horizon

Illuminated buffalo that fly

Their bellies lit, their horns are rising

The rays of light their piercing cry

The sun dips down

The sky turns red

The colours seeping

Like a teabag

The final spark of flames

Against deep-bellied hanging clouds

The pale Autumn light's rebellion

Before night time snuffs it out

The evening falls in autumn curls

Outside the bus the world is dark

My usual route has now unfurled

The usual lights now muddy sparks

The windows of the bus are foggy

All you know out there is rain

The faded outline of a stoplight

Then back to blurry black again

The morning silver coating
Floating
Just on top of ever-stretching verdant hills
The chills
Of warm October
Just warm enough for my liking
For hiking

…

The echoing crickets

Chirped into the night

As big, thick grey clouds

Hovered high in the sky

Lying on the bench

Staring up

The three of us

Looked to the stars beyond our eyes

We watched the starry sky
the clouds
the wind that peeled them far
and then
Those stars
They fell
I wished upon them
Another moment just like this

I woke up this morning

Outside my bedroom it was storming

Lightning flashing, crackling, rumbling

Raindrops hitting shutters, thundering

…

I could fall asleep here

On this bench

In the middle of nowhere

Farmer’s fields stretching out before me

The forest behind

…

The summer storm has come. It’s here.
The clouds are grey and gathering
The distant drums have now come near
The rain has started pattering

First lightning flashes in the sky,
Then grumbling thunder rumbles by Both form the percussion band
A spark-lit call, its echoing reply.

…

The pitter-patter of the rain
The gentle smell
The fading stains

Enveloping my world,
A blanket
And the stillness stays.

Golden hour

Summer breeze

Thursday evening perfect checklist

Passing cyclists

Corner skaters

And some reader on the benches

Pigeons cooing

People moving

Bus and taxi claxons’ echoes

…

To gaze upon the moon and stars

To peer between the iron bars

To stare out into skies with clouds of white

…

To love like a sunset
To kiss with the colours
To paint with the clouds
To dip under the covers
To sneak peeks at the moon
As it hides from our sun
As it touches our skin with its pale silver tongue

…

Oh to find someone,
Out there
In the world
For whom I can write poetry

Or,
Truth be told,

…

When the words flow like honey
A constant drip-drop
It feels like it's perfect,
My world comes to a stop.

Then I go back and edit
And forget what I meant
What did I want here?
Hm, that's not it.

…

Below

Wats of cotton, wispy clouds

Encroach upon, surround

The mountain range across the lake

The wind drags through,

A garden rake

The clouds disperse and then reform

Another pattern molded, born

…

Where does the time go?

It slips through the cracks

We grasp and we claw

But we can’t get it back

No matter how hard we hit

Or how softly we pray

That time is now gone

It has gone far away