light unravel me,
step by step
we glide upon the earth
like sunlight on the meadow.
dappled dreams
tumble
through leaves
to speak your name
in light rays.
i lay in those sacred spaces
just to hear your voice.
© phillip mellor 2015
even in the stillness
there is sound
dripping from the eaves,
falling down a cheek
from the overflowing lake.
in the trees
there are dreams
built like timber cabins;
in a clearing by the sea
the spray plays the invisible air.
all dissolves in time,
with wear and dedication.
it’s a nice illusion
while it lasts, she says.
time
passes
before my eyes
i am a child again,
alone,
tiptoeing across the ice…
© phillip mellor 2015
may an orchestra of moonbeams serenade you to sleep
and twenty seven angels guard your bed.
may you find contentment in the ashes of your day
and strength to let go of words once said.
may pleasant dreams visit you in your silent slumber
and the colours of love set you free.
may you wake in the morning with hope inside your heart
and all the gifts of heaven made for thee.
© phillip mellor 2015
within the whispering of days
sun slats through the window
and falls upon her gentle hands.
stillness strokes the winter glass
glazed with a thousand memories.
i rise and wake to run a finger along the sky…
© phillip mellor 2015
although i am away from you
between us there is no distance.
i know the world we tried to build
crumbled to the sea.
life is full of flow and resistance,
somedays joy, somedays tragedy.
yet the sun rises and sets to see
love in all her children dance.
there is a place we hold within,
where everything we wish to be we are;
a silent space beyond bone and skin,
where light lives within the dark.
a place where we are lovers free,
more than the weight we are burdened by;
where we are much more than absentees,
where we are never born and will not ever die.
© phillip mellor 2015
The mornings are still these days,
The streetlights silent in the half-light
Of shadows and passing trains.
They shake the house,
I feel the mortar move and the bricks slip
Each time the track is passed.
Sometimes two cross,
Wave hello and then goodbye so briefly
There is hardly time for the sharing of names.
That’s ok, for some pass each day,
Same time, same way,
Share names and histories.
Precious moments in life.
It’s sad that the timetables change,
And two once so familiar they were almost one,
Pass on different tracks again.
It’s as if they were strangers once more,
Yet now with that hopeful glance to see if
At the same time each day, in the same place
There might be the other looking the same way
For a familiar friend, with a familiar smile on a familiar face.
Phillip Mellor 2015
The bluebird soars
As nighttime yawns
Sliding to slumber
In the waking dawn.
The sunshine smiles
And all the while
The coffee brews,
This coffee’s blue.
The Java jive
Is still alive,
In shuffled sheets
We live our dreams.
Sleepy head
Stay in bed,
It’s ok
Either way.
For morning’s kiss
Upon the lips
As opened eyes
And open minds.
With open hearts
We both embark
To face the day
In love’s blue bay.
The starlings sing
Their offering
In sweetest notes
And sunshine rings.
Come drain the cup,
Don’t give up
Life is brief
But endless is Love.
The bluebird soars,
The nighttime yawns
The sweetest slumber
In the early dawn.
In sunshine smiles
Deep in your eyes.
A coffee for you,
Blue coffee blue.
© Phillip Mellor 2015
all is still within the silent moon of sleep,
yet within the silence there is the tune
as sweet as dew upon a flower petal, and as deep
as the heart of the waking morn.
the saxophone drifts upon the dawn,
as light as a breeze, as fresh as new born
leaf in bud; if you knew you would
dance with the fading stars.
© Phillip Mellor 2015
Below the blue ice shines, the clouds they form a heaven.
Between the earth and stars the thin horizon line is endless.
Before watchful eyes we wander both near and yet so far.
From the highest perch we watch ourselves and wonder who we are.
To let go and trust our destiny in the Divine’s master plan.
For all the answers that we seek are in the heart of every man.
And the ageless pilgrim passes between the swords of right and wrong,
To dissolve the nature of extremes and sing his only song.
This is where we come to pass on all our lonely nights,
And days returned from distance shores are brought into the light.
To fulfil the sea’s devotion and the sky that soothes the land,
All these things they bloom inside the heart of every man.
The trees of day they wake to greet the sparrow’s gentle feet.
The brush of wind that watches in and cools the summer’s heat.
Then along the pathway seasons pass but nothing really does,
Only transcends back to innocence voice and innocent love.
In the wordless winds I think I hear a voice that understands,
That all are one beneath the sun and in the heart of every man.
© Phillip Mellor 2015
Sweet sailing high-tide sky,
Swimming eyes see the heart tremble.
A morning murmuration of starlings
Swirl an embrace of coffee clouds.
She awakens, half a world away
To angel song, singing her soul.
I will never know this wonder,
To see her eyes open, and her shine
Fall through the years of pain
Finally over; finally turning
Tears into smiles, but that’s alright
So long as this is true,
All my dreams are too.
© Phillip Mellor 2015
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