The day yawned itself awake and put the kettle on
The watery depths held within the human body
Smiling froth lingering on Mona Lisa lips
Hush of cool wind warms to jasmine hands
And so we live beautifully haunted yet jacketed by thought
Water singing through your hair and drenching your skin
A place where you can widen and deepen
Sorrow split the seams of her composure
They listened … just listened
So will Neptunes kingdom tell a tale that only the heart will hear
Gracing each finger in thoughtfulness
Her gaze mesmorises … empty of attitude as she is eternal
As thinking stops and reflections glide as swans
For each person counts in the sound they make All are instrumental in shaping the future
Mysteriously there and then not – Apparently imagination and yet not
Where fragrance speaks as messenger
Sadness swayed her like the leaves of a tree
What story lies hidden aching to be told
Silence speaks again and the leaves rustle
And so the land smiled, just for a moment, as time slowed down
