Sure as the Atlantic tide
Sure as MY Cam will collide
Sure as winter harbours spring
Sure as ends are beginnings
Sure as I could ever be,
That moon will bring you back to me
Sacred Physics
Stride
The moon told me you needn’t hide
She said that she had turned your tide
And this year, you’d hit your stride
Gravitas
The pull’s insistence
Grew stronger with distance
I’m no longer sure it was natural
When you dropped that bomb
With arrogant aplomb
I assure you, the damage was actual
The Present
The Years may be false
But Seasons are true
And it’s been a full four
Since I’ve held you
Time may collapse
But Now holds strong
And the Presents you give me
Never last long
Dolus Ipsum
It was this morning
That it dawned
We are right
And we are wrong
The same waves
Just one beat off
When I peak
You are at trough
When I pause
You pick up pace
As I strike out
You save your face
So little given
Costs a fee
Dolus ipsum
Vertuti
Declination
His sunny solstice
Her equinox
They meet at dawn
Once more at dusk
Q.R.V.
Jupiter’s shining, Mercury’s rising
The Sun is soaking me
In his golden haze, I could die for days
Sipping dregs of Q.R.V.
M Theory
Thoughts are things
Interlacing strings
Sacred vibrations
Imaginations
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