The asphalt shimmers in the summer heat,
Mirages dance where the sky meets land.
I count the mile markers like rosary beads,
Each one a prayer, a breath, a memory of you.

I turn left and right,
Take detours through cities made of glass,
And mountain passes where stars guard the twilight;
As your magnetic force pulls me forward.

I've worn holes in my shoes,
And collected dust from a thousand roads,
But distance is insignificant
When every horizon holds your face.

Sometimes I wonder if roads ever end,
Or simply circle back to their beginnings,
Like my thoughts always return
To our first hello and that first smile.

My legs tire but I never waver,
You are both my journey and destination,
The map I follow and the home I seek,
And the reason that I keep going.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Tea flows like the River Thames,
While tutting spreads like wildfire
At queue-jumpers
And umbrella-shirkers,
As passive-aggressive notes flourish
Like ivy on garden walls
A POLITE NOTICE:
Your parking leaves much to be desired.

———

Digestive biscuits dunk and drown
In piping hot Tea at 4 o'clock sharp,
Followed by a national moment of silence,
As Scones wage their silent war
Devon versus Cornwall;
The cream-first heretics
Face jam-first purists,
While the cucumber sandwiches mediate,
Their crusts banished like medieval traitors.

———

The weather forecast foresees
Cloudy with a chance of small talk,
And a 90% probability
Of complaining about the weather.
Shorts and sandals brave December,
While summer coats guard
Against the August sun,
And somewhere, someone
Is wearing socks with sandals.
Ooh, Suits you, Sir!

———

Red buses pass red buses
Followed by a ritual of waiting,
Until the bus arrives
Five minutes late, of course.
While Big Ben counts the moments
As patience is wrapped in politeness,
Where every grumble is a nod,
Until the next apologetic shuffle.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Your touch ignites
          the morning sky,
With each kiss
          a thousand stars
                    reply.

Your Heartbeat
is my favourite song,
          the rhythm
I've searched
                    for all along.

Your eyes
hold secrets of the sea
          each glance
                    a promise
                              meant for me.

Your smile outshines
          the burning sun,
Two hearts beating
          and joined
                    as one.

Like honey
          dripping
                    from the moon,
Like roses
          blooming
                    out of tune.

Your love flows
          through my every vein,
with a sweet,
          intoxicating rush
                    of pain.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Home isn't always brick and mortar,
It's the way your eyes crinkle when you smile,
The familiar rhythm of your steady breathing,
And the space between your fingers
where I slide mine.

I see us,
Dancing in kitchens we are yet to build,
Smiling at happy moments still to come,
As our story engraves deeper
Into our laughter lines.

Fifty short years from now,
Is already written in the lines of our palms,
We will be thinning out silver-haired,
Still laughing and growing old,
Sitting by the fire in our armchairs
Side by side.

©️Lizzie Bevis

These battered wings still soar
Beneath clouds of gathered storms,
You, miraculous survivor,
Are teaching others how to fly.

In your bruised hands,
You hold fragments of others' hope
Like precious stones,
Polishing their troubles away.

How strange and beautiful,
That from your deepest wells of pain
Springs this endless fountain
Of so much kindness.

They'll never know
The weight of the hurt you've carried,
As you transform the darkness
Into a lamp for lost souls.

You are the paradox,
Broken and whole,
Scarred and healing,
Empty and overflowing.

Your gentle soul speaks
In the language of second chances,
Showing that there is hope
To every invisible heart.

©️Lizzie Bevis

Dew drops gather silent thoughts,
On the spider webs of yesterday,
And the world finds peace in waiting,
For moonlight to find its way,
Through night's sleepy waters.

The stars begin their slow retreat,
While shadows stretch and bend,
In this space between dreaming,
Where yesterday and today blend,
I watch the heavens discreetly.

When musing over the past few days,
Caught between a breath and a sigh,
Dawn teeters on the horizon,
Of a dark morning sky,
And I dally in limbo's sway.

©️Lizzie Bevis