one hundred and ninety degrees: ‘into the circle of birth…’
The Boy In The Bubble ~ Paul Simon A silver, lining. So bright, it’s blinding. Sky, on fire. Our twinned, hearts. Delight. In the greening, autumn. Verdant promise, bursting forth. … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty nine degrees: ‘from this moment…’
Real Love ~ Regina Spektor Your heart, crowned. A halo, of sunbeams. Like a living, tree. And it’s cloud, crown. By day. Shooting stars, at night. Constant, through changing. Seasons. … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty eight degrees: ‘like Johnny and June…’
Hollywood ~ Angus and Julia Stone Fifteen, white roses. Spread, at the foot. This tree, of life. Oaken heart, stretching. Heavenward, for the stars. Humble I, bear. Witness. The impossible, … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty seven degrees: ‘oh reckless abandon…’
Sweet Disposition ~ The Temper Trap Autumn light, like honey. In rainbow, streams. To radiate, the dance. Atoms, of air. Refracting, fire. Passion, of the sun. Far away, so close. … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty six degrees: ‘waiting for you…’
Dela (I Burn For You) ~Johnny Clegg and Savuka Blood racing, alight. Fire, of life. Fierce flame, of love. Bright, and blazing. Tender, comet. Hurtling through, night. Temporarily, divided. Morse … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty five degrees: ‘salvation in the beauty…’
Troubles Will Be Gone ~ The Tallest Man on Earth Seeding fields, of lupin. I fall, in love. With gumboots. And this aching, vastness. Big sky, country. Home, to sheep. … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty four degrees: ‘lay your hands in mine…’
The Rising ~ Bruce Springsteen Forgiven, by Thor. Our tribe, reunited. Beneath, a blinding. Sun. And fields, of acid. Green. Winter’s promise, lush. And sweet. Easter lambs, spring. Young blooddrums, … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty three degrees: ‘are you ready…’
Put Your Arms Around Me ~ Texas Cornflower, skies. Endless hues, of blue. Locked in cloud, caves. Three day, darkness. Persephone descending, the Underworld. I face, my blooddrum. Deep fear, … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty two degrees: ‘together we can see…’
Roll Away Your Stone ~ Mumford and Sons From death, like a phoenix. That which, is real. Will rise. Your heart, crowned. In light. I stand, in awe. Feeling, suddenly. … Continue reading
one hundred and eighty one degrees: ‘grace of the one…’
Quill ~ Bison In mourning, mother sky. Raining, cries. Her son, lost. Crucified, by cloud. And buried. Sorrow, echoes. Through caverns, empty halls. Of mist. How can love, provoke. Such … Continue reading
360*tree 