The mind at peace
empty, silent
lying still, unbound limbs
loose muscles
No longer the body and mind
the burden carry
Death as a reward
for having been alive
Sleep forever

This void..

This darkness...



Freedom

There is magic in song and word
Whether they are read or heard
It sooths us, heals us, makes us
Allows us to flee, without too much fuss

There is magic in writing
Conveying emotions with words
That feeling when the sun sets low
Or when listening to the song of birds

There is magic all around us
The way flowers bloom and children develop
If only one wishes to see
How bumblebees fly and horses gallop

Dreams like vague forms
Obstructed by this dense fog
Not grounded but floating,
As if on water

They drift closer together
But further away altogether
Becoming more vague
ever still

Remembrance, if at all
No more than a glimpse
Their true form and scope
Almost lost in time
Almost lost
Almost
Lost

How I long for the warmth of your skin
Your naked shoulders against my chest
To endure your cold feet on my legs
As I lay my head to rest

I want to feel your breath moving
The hairs that reside on my arm
As I pull you closer, ever closer still
To make you feel secure, to keep you warm

I want to know the smell of your hair
Map all the freckles and marks on your back
Like a personal and intimate constellation
That has sprung from the slender hind of your neck

Follow it down to the curve of your hips
Stroke your breast as you fall asleep
Catch the sigh that escapes your lips
As I whisper “ Goodnight, my love”

Buried deep within memory
fragments of thoughts once whole
like unfinished sentences trying to tell you story
broken as they pass from experience into remembrance
A recordplayer that will only play
a few half songs of your favourite album

Colours, fragrances and light
ambience and feelings come and leave in an instant
and are all that remain
of the fugacious past of your fleeting life
they are only yours and will always be yours
only to be doused
by eternal slumber