M Theory

Thoughts are things

Interlacing strings

Sacred vibrations

Imaginations

Harmony

Mollifying waves

Sanctify my frequency

If he was a triptych,

Surely you’re harmony

Love Indentured

He engendered

Then surrendered

Love indentured;

Nothing ventured

That Moon

That moon’s a slice of lemon pie

The light that dark cannot disguise

The hello to end all my goodbyes

Cosmic Explosion

The moon told me where you come from

A searing cosmic explosion

The seed of creativity

And, by God, you were meant to be

Q.R.V.

Laconic & Gin, he serves with a grin,

His favourite apéritif

Spirit: future-proof, 99% beauf

I’d rather gulp Q.R.V.

Q.R.V.

At the end of the season, those minds of good reason

Will pluck malignancy

For if love should rot, winter will be fraught

With fermented Q.R.V

Serendipity (3)

Serendipity

The very word born of the sea

She whispers close and wanders far

And guides us by the light of stars

Her role in Time’s totality: universal anonymity

Dawn

Winter’s ennui

Became spring’s élan

If he was my dusk,

Surely you are my dawn

Sun

Twilight was over

‘Fore it had begun

If he was my Moon,

Surely you are my Sun