the heaven of timelessness

when the wild winds are song
whose eons are fair, so long
of ragged peaks mid rolling days
and granite calling longer stays

oh air and free
to fly with these clouds, to really see
the horizon
release the sun, earliest emblazon

and synthesise fresh legends in light
to walk this stage, centre and bright
an audience, stilled, of ether blue
knowledged with unchanging view

then begins, chilled incandescent breath
intoxicate as any meth
for this is the heaven of timelessness
that to know is to be and caress

©7th February 2010 Hey Hey

When I Was Me

When I was me
In the days of then and free
The time was so long
And simple words made a wondrous song
Clouds were ever broken by blue
With sun or stars peering through
I could see
When I was me

When I was you
In the dream of love and true
The joy was so real
And there was nothing wished the world conceal
Songs were found in living breath
Light as mindful heaven’s meth
I could anew
When I was you

When you were me
In the mind and heart of we
The sense was to unwind
Then recombine a spiritually different kind
Where parts became a whole
And infinity was our soul
I could be
When you were me

©2010 Hey Hey

Where From?

A shabby chart was all between
this place and destiny.
Yet we continued
- returning was no option -
toward the featureless horizon,
a glassy sun our only companion by day,
a crescent moon to end the night.

“Where from?” was asked.
No mystery,
not even exclusivity.
Origins in happy times,
superseded by loving ways,
transient in irresistible
voyages.

So, these eyes meet wonder eyes,
across the bow,
fates linked
by adventure
and spirit,
to break a sparkling smile
for humankind.

©23rd January 2010 Hey Hey

Portrait Brittany

With songs like that
we could never break up,
portrait Brittany.
But voices fade; rustling
like isolated leaves,
freeze dried in the winter
winds.
And, anyway, this is not quite you,
whos penetrating
eyes, not seeing
me
- not seeing at all.
With eyes like those
we could never break up,
portrait Brittany.
We never made up Brittany.
We never made up.

©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey

Portrait by Nicki

Hues of Good Fortune

Painting, “You are beautiful,”
in mind
is so easy,
for as truth is to birth
then your face is to love.
Yet oils might blight
this canvas,
this life,
that beckons such a smile
into eyes.
Will you stay
with the pen
in this hand?
Or will the tremors of days
loose the hues
of good fortune
upon this waiting world?

©22nd January 2010 Hey Hey

For Jono, who paints

symphony

symphony, who art such mind
elevated whilst consideration cannot find
reason as the flesh and soul unite
defeating even self so erudite

accompaniment doth voice ingratiate
enabling consequence to contemplate
yet, resultant empathy be constrained
since still hindered is this vitality enchained

now seeking thus of purpose and of cause
will discord or in harmony reveal few flaws
while nature did in instrument anomaly expose
the very essence of said mystery depose

but rest all of limitations, reasons have no place
for simple melody of hearts, ‘tis nobility with grace

©21st January 2010 Hey Hey

Realignment

This night
there was a realignment of ..
something.

Maybe it was love,
admitting
in the absence
of light
and in timelessness,
a reality ambience,
a true emptiness,
above
the corporal embrace,
beyond the dreams -
leaving no trace.

There, silk clouds
swathed mountain peaks
with flowing streams
of peace,
or shrouds
where life seeks
its release.
        
Still there is this night,
so significant,
coalescing the plight
that is Earth
and consciousness,
inevitably incumbent -
perhaps a renaissance, an awareness,
resembling a rebirth
in freedom – as a dove.

©2010 Hey Hey