Have I reached the summit? Of my Mt Kosciusko Is it time to retire? To the valley below Mt Beauty Or will I remain here? Within the shadows of our You Yangs  My mind is tired And these old bones Are pointing down I wake up with a frown Like I am wearing King Charles’ heavy crown   Ironically, the day after my finest hour I ...

At 3.00 am, I wish again For the harsh sands of time To soften, after tonight’s misty rain I wish, to learn something new every day Sometimes I did not remember what I wished for But I know every dawn beholds a new horizon I wish, the weathered trees themselvesWould rekindle my stolen dreamsAnd turn them into a forest ...

Do you peer through the blinds? Did you peek and wonder? About the empty street outside Why is every morning like Sunday? A solemn quietness amplified  Do you listen to the bells chime? Did you hear your silent number? Ring from the phone-box outside Is the world in a slumber? Waiting, forlornly mystified

Yes, the years have passed byI by grace survivedShe by graceLeft my sideI was flounderingThe proverbial fish out of water I by grace found my wayShe by graceBecame my guiding star

In every second there is a moment In every moment there is a heartbeat Within every heartbeat, the next moment lives  Lava comes and goes As our world Continues to flow There is a soft edgeTo every hard stone All the world is greenAlong my soul’s causeway The tree’s rustling voicesAre nature’s welcoming roar

After I left the fish tankI lived on a nearby riverbankClose to the connected seaI would look beyond the oceanOut to the dark blue horizonAs far as the eye could see That was the oceanThat was our riverAnd now her river has been set freeAn ebb tide that flows through me Today beside the seaI ...

The stolen world of silenceLingers above the cloudy skiesAnd lays below the oceans murky wavesBeyond the reach of humanities deadly violence While the wonder of life dwells in dreamsTo wander on the edges of nature’s endless seamsOf distant horizons and rainbow beams