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There You’ll Find Me

Spots of sunshine

Fly over the page

The sun still shines

When there’s nothing to say

 

In the place where

Silence reigns supreme

I will still be with you

In the fragments of a dream

 

Swimming in shadows,

Sheltered by waves of peace

There you’ll find me

Scattered like autumn leaves

 

Under a tree in the shade

(Your eyes squinting to see

At what lies beneath)

Rolled out like parchment

 

My shapeless form stretches out, waiting

To be mapped by your hands

And coloured blue

In a sea of love that waits to kiss the land

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The Day of the Rose

In memory of Saint George

 

 

And she came to stay

On that fine Saint George’s day

For her, this mighty dragon lies slain

And from its spilt blood

Flowers a rose upon the grain

 

Shattered into pieces, scatter

Every inch of the beast

Jagged tokens of my love, my heart

Upon which you may feast

 

And grow the more splendorous

Budding into bloom

Telling the story of a lover’s beauty

That was to be sacrificed too soon

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The Morning Sorrows

Pain like a sunrise

Greets me every morning

I wake without you

By my side

 

Your smell still locked

Into the warmth of the bed

Anchors me to its depths

Drowning

 

The kisses of yesterday

Like bruised fruit

Bittersweet upon my neck

That once lingered now start to fade

 

As the morning sorrows

Sweetening song

Contained in the mouth of a bird

Ascends and falls unheard;

 

Didn’t you know that Man’s deadest hour

Is when Nature is most alive?

 

The Red morning sky

Reveals the shepherd’s warning:

Think more with your heart

And less with the mind

Else lovers fall away; stray and blind

 

 

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Spanish Waves

There you are:

Sitting, uncurled

As Curiosity feeds

Your wide brown-eyed gaze

Did I un-ruffle you?

I got lost in your maze…

 

Those were the days:

Watching your Spanish waves

Unfurl upon the broad

Of your shoulders

A beach of dappled skin

Stretched out before me;

Sun-kissed with freckles

By the sun’s bright rays

And my own tender-meaning lips

 

Softer still, and still unravelling

My love for you like a lock of your hair

Wrapped around your finger twirling

Unties and unbinds itself from ‘truth’

Instead I tied myself to you…

 

My body: the work of your interpretation

Translating truth into fiction

And back again

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Falling Too Soon

Red lights like warning signs

Give way

To the unholy passage

Of my mind

 

Remembering how

I tried to make you mine

As the blood orange moon

Climbed in time with your swoon

And you sank into slumber

 

Into the depths of my heart

That plunder

Now I cry: awaken, awaken

Lusty eyelids

And drown asunder!

 

The frost begins to creep

In at the blinds

As you fell, soft and pliable

Into my hands

 

A shooting star

Falling to the bed of the Earth

 

Come, come into my arms

Out of harm’s way

Awaken, awaken

And you shall see day.

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Night Life

Did you ever see

The stars shine so bright

Blinding out

The great mystery

Of even the darkest night?

 

Its perpetual darkness

Within which we discover

The truths of ourselves;

The truths of each other

 

When we with hollow

And impenetrable faces

Forget the depth

Hidden behind those gazes

 

That Look through

Into the mirrors of  minds

Reflecting back and forth;

Lost memories in time

 

Endless and eternal

Just as the stars of the sky;

Scars of fire that light up and

Pierce the night

We were once you and I

 

As distant and as bright,

Staring simultaneously

Towards a future and a past;

Light years suspending

A life that was meant to last…

 

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Sunday Sleeves

Does my jumper

Say that I’ve given up on life?

Do you still dream

Of being somebody else’s wife?

 

As I try to figure out

What to wear to Church on Sundays

Lest of all, my heart on my sleeve;

Oh those fabricated sentimental tendencies!

 

That whistle and wane

In the distance

Like chapel bells

Calling, calling…

 

Calling out your name,

Come out from your hide!

The cave door rolls open;

I am resurrected. I am alive.

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Silence, still.

It took a vow of silence

To mend our crooked ways

And still I insist:

I am the tree

That cannot be swayed.

 

As you stood;

Your camera lens

In childlike poise

Refusing to believe

I am not one of your toys.

 

Yet still you peer in

Using your circular frame

Whilst I gaze back vacantly

Wondering why

You haven’t

Forgotten my name

 

As you did

With such charming alacrity

To           The Things We Left Behind

The things no matter

How hard I try to forget

Always stay imprinted on my mind

 

…Certainly unwanted this time

Like an uninvited guest

Whilst I wait to find out

If this silence will stand the test.