Emotion confined
Invites a sundering flood
Passion jumps the banks
The world transforms
With just half a turn
Twice sun kisses
Sky and stone
In the dusk
With gentle love
Comes the dawn
With passion’s lust
Shadows can be too dark
Highlights can be too bright
In the grey all is line and texture
I see the form of what is
Without interpreting darkness and light
Bright as the nearest star
Steady as the lighthouse beam
Vast as the ocean
Persistent as the waves
Breaking on the enduring rock
Sometimes a caress
A lullaby sussurus
Sometimes a storm
A tempest of ecstacy
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh
The ebb tide comes
The Island transformed
Another rock
Beside the ocean
On a shoreline of nothing
But rock and sand
I love being in a place
Where creativity thrives
Where paint and passion
Offer more vibrance and colour
Than nature’s grandest sunsets
One burns
The other illuminates
One is zealotry
The other is passion
One is hubris
The other is clarity
One is seduction
The other is insight