If music be the food of love
I wish to hear more.
Louder and Louder
Rising to crescendo.
Loves orchestra, wind and strings
Timpani and bass bassoon.
Conducted by the moon
Music to accompany our duet.

Written in the stars
Lines in the milky way.
Falling from the sky
Butterfly and owl the notes.
Natural music, soft, sensual
Likened to Pans’ pipes.
Enchanting, delighting
Moving us to...

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A thousand miles
Flying wings tremble.
Fiery, weaving, dancing
Healed wing.
Circling no more
Destination true.
Gliding, pulsating
To my arms.

To Cyprus Isle
Waiting lovers heart.
Destiny sure
Love pure, true, yours’.
Unsure, think
Read the lines.
Here I am
Waiting, anticipating.

Sitting in terminal
Is this right?
Am I a fool, doubt natural
Love awaits, courage.
Hearts can u...

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How I tumbled into it
I do not know.
A strange, soft place
Sweet and warm.
 Alone, spinning
Tumbling neither up nor down.
I see a sign, April it says
Catch the hand, be quick.

No bat nor newt or frog
Inhabit this place.
Just me, I see a light
A very small light.
A small cry
Is that the echo of me.
Listening hearing, 'It's me'
Who?

The light, the love
Tumbling closer, together.
...

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I forgot to send a poem

Writing to her today
I was carried away.
Forgot the poem
Not the love.
Reaching out
Spirits entwined.
Instantly transported
A thousand miles.

 
By your side

Watching you this morning
In my mind’s eye.
Rising gently
I turn my back.
While you bathe and dress
I smell your womanly warmth.
Involuntary shudder
You sense that I am there.

A smile rew...

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From the 'Wings' series

They announce the occasion
White for the virgin.
Black for death
Red for love.
Pink for a girl
Blue for a boy.
The loudest colour of all
Embarrassed cheek of girl or boy.

We have had them all
Confetti in our lives.
Throw me red rose petals
Shower me with love.
Spray me with your rainbow
Dazzle me with your spectrum.
No need for pots of gold at the en...

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My first poem, written in the mountains in Northern Cyprus.

With one wing he
The evening gently with her.
She did not see, but I think felt
The warm air change;
Did not see, but knew
Her wing was healing.
Guessing his hands and heart moved
Weaving the scented air.

Flying in circles
Through owl starred night.
Cannot see but feels her
Smiling, moving warm air.
Gliding on the ai...

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