I did not think I would find you
under heavy sky;
golden dust caught up in your skirts
spiderwebs hiding in your sleeves
kindness in you that I do not yet know.
We both know the ending before it begins and smile
as star-crossed lovers in on the joke
Here is the song that nobody hears.
Here is us dancing ourselves to
death or divinity.

When the princess is born we give her a crown of teeth
pried from the skulls of the forest’s predators
so that she will always know that she is something to fear.
She gnaws at our ink-dipped fingers
while we sing to her lullabies in languages not yet spoken
and dab her cheeks with the ashes of burned books;
she will never fear the future or knowledge
or anything else that she does not yet understand.
In her crib we lay thorns
thistles
until she learns not to feel the sting.
We teach her our best tricks.
We tell her how to weave shadows
and scare away princes.
What?
Did you think we would make her beautiful?

When loving a woman there are things that you must understand. She is like a flower one moment and the weather the next. You must sometimes treat her delicately and others be prepared to weather the storm. You must know how to listen and not speak. You must nurture her and be strong for her for she will need both of these things. You must know when to let her go and when to embrace her. A woman is a mystery that creation made and no man will ever truly understand. You can only give her love and patients and sometimes that may just be enough, but does anyone truly know how to fully love a woman?

I see the love coming from her eyes, I know the fullness of her lips as she speaks to me. I smell the scent of her Auburn locks and the Jasmine in her hair.

I prayed before I went to sleep and as I lay down I began to dream. I was taken from my bed to another world. I stood before the heavenly gates and I saw light streaming in. I looked and I could see each word and deed that was being said and done. Then I saw God on his throne and I was not able to speak, he simply smiled at me. I saw the streams of light coming before him, then I saw you sitting with your family. I saw darkness waiting outside your door, but you were safe inside. I then saw myself kneeling by my bedside. I looked around you and angels were all about. My heart broke with joy you see. Though you didn't know who I was, because I saw you had a need. I remembered you in my prayers and God showed me that he heard. As I woke from my sleep, I fell back on my knees and in the quiet hour of the night, I prayed for you again.

The wordsmith retires to his private place
to the forge inside his mind
pumps the bellows and stokes the fires
until they are burning with white hot inspiration

He plunges the iron ideas in to the heat
until it is ready to work with
beats them into shape on the anvil of his notebook
using the heavy hammer of his blue ink biro

Every time the hammer strikes
little sparks fly up and dance
words not needed this time depart
to used on another piece

Sometimes the ideas need refining
and have to be reshaped
parts of the cast are sometimes out of place
the spelling needs adjusting
all the time he stays at his smithy
sweat poring off him continuously
while he attempts to forge a master piece

Eventually his task is completed
and left to alone to cool
the forge is dampened down
to be used on the next occasion
his work here is completed
and ready to be seen by others