the story will follow
the line of the curve
of natural dispersion
of growth and decay
each chapter
may have its own curve
with show and tell
exposed in equal measure
part history
part psychology
part psychotherapy
mostly insight for examination
there will be moods
also opportunities
for resolution
and absolutely there will be love
alone
in the quiet space
i am quite able
to sensibly and sensitively forget
to faultlessly and figuratively remember
white clouds
black clouds
blue skies and sunshine
raindrops
snowflakes
walks on open moorland
alone
in the dark space
i am more than able
to independently and together share
also to liminally and lovingly just be
bluff
and double bluff
i loved you
but you did not love me
how could that be
how could that continue to be
he loved her
instead of you
how could that be
how could that ever be
on the certain line
of completion
as the eyes open
and the nostrils confirm
ylang ylang and nutmeg
and patchouli
from the joss-sticks
this being the way
to the beginning of the day
i write to you
you were there
then you were gone
you spoke the words
i loved to hear
i write to you
what love
is to be found
on the cusp
of our waking dreams
i write to you
i was there
then i was gone
i spoke the words
you loved to hear
i write to you
in plain type
in bold type
the poem appears
then disappears
i write to you
thankful for your gifts
of loving kindness
of absolute transcendence
to the worlds of love
