Month: May 2018

Endlessly fragile
Brittle glass pushed onto piles
Nothing special to see here
Just a heart bathed in tears
Speak and all you’ll hear are echoes
Ghostly sighs and whispers of highs and lows

Little things
Thoughtful gestures
Touch light as feathers
He smiles and offers a wink
A flutter of butterfly lashes
Tickling my face with shades of pink
My boat floats on these things
Little gestures and feathers wink.
– March 5, 2018

In sleep and dreams I fly
Amongst the stars in the night sky
I start with you brightest of bright
And count the myriad points of sparkling light
Softly I whisper a spell into dark space
And pull forth a memory of your face.

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

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