Swiss Chocolate On A Cold Eve In Honolulu

I see it on the horizon

a light so small and intensely luminous

shines a message at me

We’re always in touch,

we do not need to speak

glad I reached you just at sunset

while you listen to an alpine shot Swiss radio broadcast

it is news from Berne wending its way across the spume and spray of wave crests

hitting and bouncing Off mountain peaks

diffused by trees, ferns and yet-to-bloom branches

chilled in snow-laden winds

warmed as warm water currents moderate

and received down this metal rod

How ironic – is it

How pleasing, vain Switzerland sounds warm!

Spiky alps and best-in-the-world milk chocolate

with such precision

signalled out to this much concrete laid island in the tropics!

—
Friday February 16th 1996

Just wrote it as it came with that desert night – and the music

people on the street, going to eat a bite of the town, a light before it’s down,
a night while it’s playing
while the sounds drown
easy in the heat
there’s no other way
let’s just play
she plies her trade
lit up with gems of another decade
I’ll talk and debate – my feelings have a specific weight
passionate pause and delicate gate
we’ll take off and sail through heaven’s gate
Oh! there are flavours, it’s best with the emerald syrup
but we’re running out – you’ll have to wait
My eyes, my ears, the breath of winds cinnamoned with fragrance
it’s a light from the signs and it’s never too late
Desperate only to prolong this spell, sinking in and holding on well
you, I, you and I, we will, we will – because we are still
in the bounds of energy,
we are allergic only to dull, only the hinges on the doors serve no purpose
we set and design our magic, its course is right
such a merry plight
soon we will make a difference – we always did, we always will
sensitive to a change in wind – but unswayed
hearing the shouts – but undeterred
tasting the candle wick – though, flickering always alight
brimming with the brave, the searing belief does not beget defeat
so stride with me, amble and wander, see and learn
listen and perceive
laugh and be surprised of the dawn of the way awakening never has been predicted
seal nothing
stand stable, secured and supporting a globe made of heavy rice paper
saw through the soft plasticity of smoke emanating from a mythical pact of peace
a joy unbounded
a night to remember – who could forget that moment made of hours
who could not continue living those seasons
it is now still
it still is wondrous, special, needing nurturing pampering,
naturally attracting it .
A spell, a gift and so generous, crystal cut with a million precise strokes of thousands of skilled hands
File in one by one, just you
Thank you.
I recharge on every breath, I replenish on every vision,
I am restored in every portion of part of a second
Thank you.

Beauty in bites

There is a caution in the shining cars
The knights have armour stolen
before the joust begins
Tables covered with crumbs of movie delight
Iced tea pours the fight
There is a bump on the horizon
and the scenes of terror rise in the day
hope eating a desert
as nocturnal edifices reach out
into the hidden fingers of night
In fast, forgotten wings of frenzy
breath, breathes sighs
and gentle ears slope in mountain flight.

Welcome Awakening

Sitting in the bashful heat
of spring
rivers preparing to ebb and slow

Thorns, shoots, flowers and
hibernating souls
awakening

A start of opened eyes
a road of un-swept
destinations
dreams will receive their
fuel and spell a harmonious tune
wind, rustling leaves turn water
And sounds are bemusing as they are new