Savouring the Anticipation of a First Kiss…

Couple in love, enjoying in nature at the sunset (sunrise)Savouring the anticipation of a first kiss…

Prolonging the ecstatic agony – it’s like holding my breath ‘til the last drop of air is spent and burnt…

Pushing your hair away from your face, fingers gently lingering, brushing your cheek…

Relishing the moment in slowest motion – imagination projecting the first tingling breaths combining…

Lips not quite meeting in a transient linger – stretching anticipation to an absolute breaking point…

My hands on your waist, yours on my chest – a tango like push-pull of physical tension…

And the finest gossamer tenderness as mouths at last touch – a sub-atomic spark…

Then the first heavenly tastes as tongues cautiously intertwine…

Finally giving way to a divinely reserved urgency…

An imperceptible gasp – you playfully bite my lip, just a hint of delights yet to be explored…

An eternally endless moment of perfect bliss.

But for now, I’m just savouring the anticipation of a first kiss…

(c) SolarWind

3rd June 2017

 

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Watching the Clouds

3ec3fa1da85963cb351d6473643a7f79May day for some, Beltaine for others. I went for a dawn walk this morning at Bratton Camp, & watched a doe emerge from the mist. Beautiful, mysterious, magical, inspiring & breath taking all at once. An enigma. She didn’t stay long, as surprised to see me as I was her, startled, she darted off back into the mist again.

It was grey & overcast so no sun rise to watch, so I watched the clouds overhead instead. This was what I was gifted 🙂

Watching the Clouds.

A woman,
A genie,
A phoenix,
A dragon,
A demon,
A perching peacock,
An inverted horse.

A dolphin,
An eagle,
A snakes head,
A ring,
An archer,
A dogs head,
A bee.

A mermaid,
A hare,
A crowned silhouette,
A crow,
A whale,
A lion,
A seahorse.

The sky…

1st May 2017

In Memoriam

302850_10150263538550566_1520295_nHere a couple I’ve written in memory of people passing.

The first is about a beautiful soul and friend who passed away very recently (at the time of writing). He lived in Avebury with his partner Helen & their daughter, Gracie, was an accomplished healer & Gong Master, Adrian Mieras.

He touched so many peoples lives and was adored by all those that knew him.

The sun, the moon and stars, no longer seem quite so bright,
Because there’s a you shaped hole, in the Henge tonight.
The gongs sound slightly different, across a ring of stones,
Bowls resonations shift, without you to make them tone.
But the world feels more love tonight, through your gentle healing grace,
Perpetually echoes around the cove, never destined to cease.
And there’s a little more understanding, as we let judgements slip away,
Anchored in a sarsen ring, and across the world today.
So thank you for the peace, and joy you shared and brought,
And may your love burn on eternally, forever in our hearts.

28th May 2016.


NanaThe next, is about my Grandmother, Flora. I’m not completely satisfied with this if I’m completely honest, but was urged to write something by my wider family for her funeral.

I’ve just noticed these two were written exactly seventeen years apart. Spooky.

 

I promise this will be the way, I’ll remember you:

Unconditionally loved us all,
Forever understanding.
Always had a gentle word,
And infinitely forgiving.

You shared our joys and victories,
As if they were your own.
And shared our burdens, when we despaired,
Feeling lost and all alone.

A smile to warm the darkest mood,
Still brings me eternal comfort.
And loving eyes smile on me still,
Smile on forever in my heart.

I miss you.
28th May 1999.


This next one, isn’t “In Memoriam”, in quite the same way as the first two, in as much it was something I wrote to me when I’d not long turned 30. In my head at least, it serves a similar purpose, hence it’s inclusion here, to a me that I was walking away from, and a new one I was walking into. I can’t pretend the journey I outline is anywhere near over, but serves as a “point in time snapshot” of where I was at then.

Purpose

It’s taken thirty years,
To find the lesson,
I have chosen,
For this life cycle:

To learn to love me,
Like I’d love another,
To share with myself,
As if I was my own brother.

To accept my faults,
Like I accept yours,
To stop denying,
My infinite flaws.

To make happiness the path,
And not the goal.
To open to someone,
And share my soul.

To stop punishing me,
Like I’ve punished you all,
To be loving and humble,
And no longer the fool.

To relish and share,
The gifts given to me.
To love all mankind,
So it can love me.

17th December 1998

Corvids

MortimerIt’s been a little while since I posted, in fact at one point I didn’t think I would again. But hey-ho, this came to me recently, one of the ones that just ‘happened’ – I’d had a really, really shitty day at work, to the point where I almost just walked out & quit.

On the way back home I stopped off at Avebury Henge, & just walked & walked round & round the stones until the sun began to set & my inner maelstrom had subsided. I also, sat for a while in Avebury churchyard & watched the crows in the trees returning to roost. Whilst I sat & watched, this came to me. Not sure if it’s Ayresish or McGoughesque. You decide.

Corvids.

Talk to the crows,
Cos the crows knows,
The ebbs & flows.
& the reason why, the north wind blows,
They knows if, the path you chose,
Is a way to see, how the future grows –
If it’s bright & glows,
Or if it’s cold and snows.
They’ll tell, (if you ask), how well the roses grows,
& where the river goes.
If you watch ’em close, they often shows,
If the route ahead is open or closed,
& where hazards lie, on clearer roads.
Talk to the crows,
Cos the crows knows…

Take a second look,
At the big black rook.
He knows all the tricks,
(He wrote the book).
He knows why, the ground was shook,
When the wind was howlin’,
& the lightnin’ struck.
& what’s more,
He don’t give a f***,
He’ll just cock a snook,
& for a fool you’ll be took.
But he also knows,
How t’make ‘is own luck.
& that’s a talent for sure,
When you’re lost or stuck.
So, take a second look,
At the big, black rook.

And best not forget,
The speckled jay.
She’s the one’ll teach you,
Dance, song and play.
She’ll contrast all the beauty,
Twixt night and day.
Time’ll loose all it’s meanin’
And you’ll wish only to stay.
But then she’ll show you that’s folly,
And send you on your way.
She’ll leave you wiser and kinder,
Least that’s what they say.
You’ll never forget her,
To return you’ll always pray,
So best not forget,
The speckled jay.

& don’t you dare try to lie,
To the wise Magpie.
Cos he’ll see right through you,
No matter what you try.
He’s canny & clever,
& not at all shy.
When it comes to the truth,
He’s got quite the eye.
& if he catches you out, off he’s sure to fly,
& you’ll have lost a wily, cunning ally.
So, never try to lie,
To the wise Magpie.

Last (but not least),
Is the mighty raven.
He guards the roads,
(If I’m not mistaken).
He’s the one who can guide you to your personal heaven,
& on the way, can show all the shelters & havens.
& knows all the follies that others ‘ave maken,
(& a few of the wrong roads they also ‘ave taken)
So heed the word,
Of the mighty raven.

28 March 2016