A new sun rising
I follow the moon to bed
Kookaburra dawn
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
A new sun rising
I follow the moon to bed
Kookaburra dawn
Ryan Stone

From deep sea trenches
Fiery-tasseled oarfish rise
A distant gong chimes
Ryan Stone

Over the wild sea
Trade winds frolic among sails
A gull’s mournful cry
Ryan Stone

A shining wind twirls
Lazy twisters in her hair
Here, wild roses bloom
Ryan Stone

He devoted years
To becoming bulletproof
She was a sniper
Ryan Stone

Riffs of liquid chrome
Howling from a neon amp
Set the night on fire
Ryan Stone

Her mop’s rhythmic stroke
A bondage unlike the kiss
Of sweet leather nights
Ryan Stone

Oh, the wild places
Tattoo parlors, biker bars
Your lips in the night
Ryan Stone

Blood moon,
cold witness to
this tune
I sing
to the night. I’m
missing
old dreams-
her face, pale as
moonbeams.
Ryan Stone

Silent tears at dawn
My half-mast heart in tatters
London Bridge is down
Ryan Stone
