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David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > That Night By The Lake In the lake room you lay beside me in the darkness naked but unknown savouring the warmth of the rock faintly warm with the memory of the day's heat From off the lake a chill night breeze licked along our skin its unseen tongue an intimate caress, I heard your breath catch as if touched by some electric fire its arc igniting something deep inside It was then you turned to me yours body's phosphorescent hiss more felt than seen, drew me and you wrapped me in yourself the rough arousal of your skin greedy, for my bodies heat Overhead a billion stars were our canopy of cold fire
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David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Poetry & Photographs photo
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > I THREW A THOUGHT Last night under the stars I threw a thought into the expanding sky and from some kind dimension an echo returned and everything that would have been, changed From then days were sent spendthrift my way the universe’s gift of time All being flows from perceptions strewn like stones thrown wet, newly born from their hollows carved in a lakes sharp edge So cast beyond imagining we wait and listen for the return of the echos that we are
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > FALLING OUT I lay under the night sky and looked into the star-strewn black and, felt my mind fall into the vastness that created me And but the warp and weave of space and time plastering my body against this dust mote of dust motes, this earth, my home, I would have followed
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > JUPITER'S SONG I walked under November branches with Jupiter singing his song of ancient histories of the stars. I walked towards life not yet lived unaware of what time and space will bring. I will never reach the future nor escape the trailing past That which will be, is not yet, may never be and that which was has turned to stone. Leaving now as all there really is.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Out from my mountain summit I walk into the wild wind's world my body's bent, flung forward, and I am cast down from the heights, rough over winter's white waves The wind's wanton wail wraps me, steals my breath, shakes my soul shear ecstasy in the soaring power of nature unleashed in this blinding blizzard hurling me down the canyons gape Then from above faint against the tumult, a cry, wind ripped, wild as any storm a great eagle riding high, defiant, riding rippled wings oh my heart sings, to see, this glory of the sky, valour and joy flying high immersed in, part of the tempest Tears stream, at hearing her clarion, cry caught high and flung defiant into the heavens her spirit soaring above those that plod on this earth, she calls me out and I make one request to her, one request to grant me this same soaring spirit for my final flight so that I too can ascend with courage to the heavens, with this same raptors rapturous song when my last storm rages, taking me into the night
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Craving Water Lying together bed clothes reveal a valley between mountains of illusions thought true. Leaning to kiss, dust puffs faintly from parched faces. I yearn to drink even a blue desert sky’s unpromising clouds A wind of years is blowing. Memories ragged lost over the horizon Reaching out to grasp the ephemeral haze I find only a dandelion’s grey ash scattered in that dry wind of days.
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > Poetry & Photographs photo
That Night By The Lake

In the lake room
you lay beside me in the darkness
naked but unknown
savouring the warmth of the rock
faintly warm with the memory of the day's heat

From off the lake a chill night breeze licked along our skin
its unseen tongue an intimate caress,
I heard your breath catch as if touched by some electric fire
its arc igniting something deep inside

It was then you turned to me
yours body's phosphorescent hiss
more felt than seen,
drew me
and you wrapped me in yourself the rough arousal of your skin
greedy, for my bodies heat

Overhead a billion stars
were our canopy
of cold fire
David Cale (ImagesOfTheJourney) > That Night By The Lake In the lake room you lay beside me in the darkness naked but unknown savouring the warmth of the rock faintly warm with the memory of the day's heat From off the lake a chill night breeze licked along our skin its unseen tongue an intimate caress, I heard your breath catch as if touched by some electric fire its arc igniting something deep inside It was then you turned to me yours body's phosphorescent hiss more felt than seen, drew me and you wrapped me in yourself the rough arousal of your skin greedy, for my bodies heat Overhead a billion stars were our canopy of cold fire
That Night By The Lake

In the lake room
you lay beside me in the darkness
naked but unknown
savouring the warmth of the rock
faintly warm with the memory of the day's heat

From off the lake a chill night breeze licked along our skin
its unseen tongue an intimate caress,
I heard your breath catch as if touched by some electric fire
its arc igniting something deep inside

It was then you turned to me
yours body's phosphorescent hiss
more felt than seen,
drew me
and you wrapped me in yourself the rough arousal of your skin
greedy, for my bodies heat

Overhead a billion stars
were our canopy
of cold fire
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