Shoot the moon

The summer days are gone too soon 

You shoot the moon 

And miss completely 

And now you're left to face the gloom 

The empty room that once smelled sweetly 

Of all the flowers you plucked if only 

You knew the reason 

Why you had to each be lonely 

Was it just the season? 

Now the fall is here again 

You can't begin to give in 

It's all over 

When the snows come rolling through 

You're rolling too with some new lover 

Will you think of times you've told me 

That you knew the reason 

Why we had to each be lonely 

It was just the season.

by Norah Jones

Moon © Jennifer Phillips

Today's stomach knots

Leunig - The Saturday Age - June 15, 2013

Your compartment

"Your compartment for me is shallow and I would it were deep."

by Jennifer Phillips

Life is not out to get you

"You assume that life is not out to get you - it's there to teach you and to introduce you to yourself. You love because it's sweeter than bitterness. And you realise that people are incredible, resilient, willing and capable, and that you are one of them."

by Mary Coustas

Your hands

When your hands reach out,
love, towards mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring, and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that colour of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

by Pablo Neruda

My hand © Jennifer Phillips

After sunset

We lie on a blanket after sunset.

The night falls softly 

in gathered folds - 

a gown of richest velvet.

We watch as stars 

are spun out upon it - 

scattered diamonds 

in vast array.

Out of the dark,
outside our comprehension, 

in enormity and complexity - 

galaxies wheel and turn.

You turn to me now - 

seal the moment with a kiss

and I am grounded, 

rooted in your earth.

© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)

Scattered stars - ESA/Hubble & NASA

Echoes

Each echo spills

out with loss

of the other,

stripped of shared

sights and sounds.

Memories torn

from last embrace

preparing for rebirth.

Each echo rebounds

with hunting

the familiarity of eyes

slipping into souls

lips onto lips-

time’s constant

drive to perfect

a kiss.

© "Neon Veil" (All rights reserved)