A undying love
Beatifull and very sweet .
As deep as a ocean.
As bright as a star .
Two burning  hearts that beat .
Transcends time and space by far.
Death does  not keep them apart.
A unbreakable bond .
That can be felt, not just seen.

I felt like nothing was changing
Day after day
Of school
Sadness
Anxiety

Then I look up at the clouds
I looked at them for a while
And I saw that they were moving

Please
Take me with you
At least for a ride..

I would love a beautiful garden I can go to when I sleep.
A pretty garden I can allways find.
A beautiful bird of paradise ill love .
A trellis of wild red roses to remember my dad .
Pure white orchids only my mum could grow .
A glisten of snow drops with a dusting of snow .
Painted butterflys that come alive
All in a purfume scent so devine .
And every time I remember their love .
My garden grows .

I was very lost in London.
But I knew my destination.
I was not familiar.
With Londons busy vibration.

Panic attacks arisen.
The train platform I had to find .
It was like the universe conspired to hide.
To keep it hidden from my mind.
A man with shopping bags I asked .
Stepped up  with no hesitation.
We went around in many circles.
It had become a bewildering
mission.
In the end we found it hidden.
The only platform with no number.
I then shook his hand with great affection.
This man  with the kindest heart ❤️.
And beautiful spirit .

The aloof black jaguar shrouded in mystery.
Lives in a enchanting forest under a canopy.
He dances from light to shadow with  magestic ease.
Shrouded in legends from all corners of the earth.
A beautiful mystery.
A timid old soul indeed.
When the sun goes down to night .
His golden piecing eyes come alight

icicle tears fall,
doubt clouds dim once-sunny hearts—
promise parts the dreich.

I was on a train from
Paris to Amsterdam
and with an empty page
a sad smile and a pen
she was looking out
the window across
the apple green fields and
into the valleys of cobbled
villages and ****** churches
and as the dead air of Paris
was leaving my mind
I began to read the reflection
of questions in her eyes
I wanted to tell her what
she already knew
that the answers are in
the rhythm of the rails
and to only underline
the words that matter ...
Clay.M