You can laugh and look away at the sky
But you know even as you’re asking why
That you can’t lose what was never yours
And I’m the song you will leave unsung
The manuscript that will never see the light
Burnt into your chest hiding next to your heart
Laugh in the open and cry behind your bedroom door
Pretend you never loved or even cared
Only to look at me and be immediately read
I know and I see everything inside present and past
There’s no forward and you’re going nowhere fast
Live and carry this quietly to your grave
Regret that you were never brave. – March 31. 2018
The Darkest Shadow
Edges of shadows sharpen in the bright
Stark becomes the difference between darkness and light
She starts each day in shadow slipping between cracks of white
Fingers playing with the wispy dreams of night
Pulling and weaving the colourful threads of sight
She puts into loving memory the sighs and fevers
The rise and fall of sumptuous shivers
Revelling in gliding heat and deep gazes
Slowly she turns and remembers to breathe
Face twisting as her chest begins to heave
Hands moving to construct her daylight wreath
Edges of shadows sharpen in the bright
Cutting away all dreams and bringing harsh sight.
Started 1 May 2012 2146pm
Finished 26 April 2018 0220am
Spring bouquet
Morning and caught unawares asleep by the Mischievous Mark
Chella doesn’t drink
♥ .. Xxx