Fall

lies lie like autumn leaves
strewn across pavements
damp with tears
things are not
always
all right
in the
end
in the
negative space
things are sometimes unfair
the basis for comparison
is not always clear
lies lie like autumn leaves

Wonder

Eyes open, curtain rises,
Softly spoken, memorised lines,
Rivulets
of
sparkling
emotion
coast
unhindered
at
the
opus
Here, now,
Brand new creation

Unique but billions were before,
Palimpsest of page, stage, person, life.

tin cans in the dark

I whisper,
string vibrates,
you falter,
but smile at the Fates -
who frown -
because modern heroes are here,
but they cower,
and buckle,
       (might break)
before fire
consumes with a kiss
and forges steel,
tempered with valour,
but imbued with
agape
  caritas
    mettā.

You dance.