A clean start

This morning is soft,
washed clean
by last night's rain
- last night's flow
of soft sound and supple water,
light-hearted as it drops
and flows
and soaks into the dawn.

The sun,
just under the horizon,
is stretching and yawning,
sending soft pastels
slowly walking
- still stiff with nighttimes stillness,
over the horizon
into the fresh showered day
to nudge and stir dawn's feathered choir.

I have "things to do",
places to be,
a rush to get swept up in.
But for now,
this glorious now,
I will relax
and share this fresh, calm day,
this palette of gentle colour,
wet earth scent,
silence,
and stillness.

© Kayleen White, 2008

Renewal

Merge and meld,
meld and merge,
make that cosmic mantra mine!

I thought them soft,
I thought them soppy,
those gushy friends of mine,
all on about
soul mates,
and two becoming one.

Merge and meld,
meld and merge,
make that cosmic mantra mine!

I'd been in love,
I knew the score,
I even given up
- convinced I'd not see love again
- till I did;
I even knew
love's embrace could hold more than two.

Merge and meld,
meld and merge,
make that cosmic mantra mine!

They were soft and soppy
I was real - I knew love,
until I found love anew.
Now I,
hard nosed I,
wanted to become one
with my heart's love;
now I
knew of soul mates becoming one.

Merge and meld,
meld and merge,
make that cosmic mantra mine!

Two hearts,
one heart beat,
one love,
one shared soul.

Merge and meld,
meld and merge,
now that mantra is mine!

© Kayleen White, 2008

The Coming of the Night

Such peace.
The end of the day,
all work done,
time to wind down
as sun goes down
and bold brushed clouds
sail about the west,
their colours
and cheerful flow
as they tack to and fro
add to the tempo
and tinges
of this time.

Red,
all rimed in red,
normally a colour
of aggression, energy and vigour;
maybe it's been tempered
by the long, sideways journey
through Earth's sacred halo
- Gaia's thin band of air,
so all I feel is
a strengthened energy of peace.

As birds' songs fade
with the light,
and the scents of the day
settle with the sun,
all is in readiness
to turn east
and greet
fast approaching dusk
and the introspective pleasure
of nightfall.

© Kayleen White, 2008

[Content Warning] Winston's dog

Sorry: the formatting has been bloody lost when I added the Content Warning - on several posts, and I don't have the time to fix them all so I won't fix any.  

It's morning; - and your point is? It's a new day, things to do! Life to live. Things? - same old things: the go-go-go at work, the struggle to finish yet another hacked round job with bigots pretending to be knights "saving" the job from the problem they ensnared you in to; the housework isn't done - look at the cobwebs, choke and cough on the dust. Life? - a life shared with one who hasn't changed as I have who no longer understands or relates someone who demands and takes for granted the boons I bring. It's morning, and though Winston, with his cigars and inspiring speeches for times of horror and desperation, is long gone, gone and buried on the other side of the world, Winston's black dog is back. © Kayleen White, 2008

On the night of the Dark Moon

Some are small
- well, faint, really;
others bright,
large
- they grab the viewing eye,
even through city's smog and gloomy light.

I don't feel small,
I don't feel insignificant,
I just feel warm, and
comfortable, and
at home,
as I gaze up.

No moon to add depth and perspective
- the stars don't do that
tho' it would seem they should,
As I feel flooded
with the vastness
of eternity
As I gaze at them,
lost
as in a lovers eyes.

© Kayleen White, 2008