Love

 

Love is two

Love is hello again

Love is a moment in time

Love is needing to be loved

Love is wanting to hold you now

Love is the spark when we touch

Love is two hearts beating as one

Love is the closeness when asleep

Love is curling up so close to you

Love is emptiness without you

Love is waking to your smile

Love is sad when you go

Love is you and me

Love is now.

 

 

 

 

 

Happiness

 

Is a million memories ...

 

Like your favourite Beatles track,

Like breakfast coffee in a Turin bar,

Like the old friends that never grow old,

Like your favourite Italian pasta in Rome,

Like summer swims in warm sea with cold rain,

Like the aria which sends shivers down your spine,

Like the magical taste of Gaja Barberesco for lunch,

Like coming home to a smiling face after a long trip,

Like your child buying you dinner for the first time,

Like how beautiful she was on your wedding day,

Like your first date movie being on TV again,

Like capturing a moment in a photograph,

Like rereading your favourite book,

Like watching Casablanca again,

Like publishing your first book,

Like living every moment...

 

... And a million more to come.

 

 

 

 

Clutter

 

The agoraphobic need to clutter

The empty spaces in

My life with

Needless

 

&

 

Endless

Junk is the

Un-relaxing discomfort

In my struggle for a simple life.

 

 

 

 

Big Brother

 

I see the green grass with autumn leaves

The season of change and naked trees arrives

Again – without thinking we see the continuity

Knowing Christmas is around the corner

The birth New Year starts the cycle

After the death of the old year

And some of our past friends

Whose passing was real

Too real for

Comfort.

How

Do

We

 “Know”

What is real

When everything

From movies to magic

Is just imagery of imagination?

The TV a parade of our new enemies.

1984 “Big Brother” is now a reality show

And CNN is our reality of disasters and wars

Until we visit the place and see that we are told

What our “Big Brother” wants us to know.

 

 

 

 

My Love

 

 

Halfway across Europe, missing you,

Missing me, forever absent, always near.

Moments of intense closeness, followed by

Absence, more painful than a root canal,

But, the moments together, precious,

Beyond feeling, more intense than

Things, which we fill our lives for

Comfort, an antidote to the

Loneliness, that is part,

Of global living

Today.

 

 

 

 

The Final Journey

 

 

I was very

Close to death today,

 On the road to Cochabamba.

 The “too many” sad lines of crosses,

None of them planned to die.

How can you know?

 How will I know?

When?

I live each day

 As if it is my last,

So that,

When

I come

 to the end

 of the road,

Unfulfilled desires,

Will not torment me

 In the next life, if there is one.