A dance of delight
Into the darkness of yesterday
A quick step off the edge of the world
All in the name of the games we play.

But I caught the bottle as it fell
And I shall catch this one too.
I am ready for the fight
As I look into the powder blue, the powder blue.

I shall guide you along the path,
Away from the murk and shadow into the light.
There is hope and joy and laughter
In the dance of delight

If I die today,
Where shall I be?
On a train or a bus?
Will it happen quickly?

Who will be with me?
Or shall I die alone?
What will they tell you?
When they call on the telephone?

It will be someone’s job
To take my body away
Someone kind I hope
If I die today.

I feel nervous now
I can hear them say the words
Both sad and happy
Like the songs of birds.

It is seventeen years now,
Since she died
Where did she go
Who was her guide?

It feels close now,
No pain I pray
For me or for you
If I die today

I cannot explain to myself
What you have done to me
But I feel -I feel the connection,
Across the land, across the sea.

I wonder, as I wander,
Do you feel the same as me?
Can you feel it too
Across the land and the sea?

No, you are “almost young”
And I am old,
It is the child inside
That has taken hold.

That child longs for affection,
All he wants is to lie next to you,
Watch you smile;
That is all he wants to do.

What have you done,
To induce me to write such things?
What have you done?
Nothing. Everything.

We speak the same language,
You and I,
When we are sad, we smile,
When we are happy, we cry.

I leaned against a wall,
Concrete, smooth, grey,
You pressed the shutter,
The first of the day.

We walked across stones
To my beautiful sea,
Full of strength and purpose,
Just like you and me.

I found a stone at my feet,
Coloured with veins of blue,
It was the perfect gift,
A gift from me to you

Then you said farewell,
With a tear upon your cheek,
A sign of the fulfillment,
That constantly we seek.

We speak the same language,
There is no denial,
When we are sad, we cry,
When we are happy, we smile.

The wheels are turning.
Beads of sweat are dripping down my back.
The question is hurting
Why is there a monkey in the sack?

Deconstructed by disease,
I leave you lying there on your back
Must I do as I ****** well please
Why is there a monkey in the sack?

Why is a monkey there at all?
What are you trying to say?
I lean back and scratch the wall
Perhaps I should take the blame

The wind is letting loose
There is electricity in the sky
Nowhere is there shelter
Why I cannot even fly

Deconstructed by medication
I find you there lying on your back
I ask simply but with trepidation
Why is there a monkey in the sack?

Why is a monkey there at all?
Is it deliberate elaboration?
I read the word beneath the frame
The answer is Mitigation

10.30pm.
I am alone in my room,
All is quiet ,
All is calm
All I want to do is write,
Write words,
Write words to you
To continue our conversation,
To continue our connection,
To continue our understanding.
But words are not enough;
I want to see you
So, I close my eyes on the day
And there you are.
I am no longer alone.

3am.
Where are you?
Oh, there you are.
Slowly you emerge from the dark,
Your smile is like a torch
The flames of which lick and fizz.
You speak to me;
Your voice is like a violin,
Plaintive, yearning, lost.
We dance in the torch light
Until slowly we fall into slumber,
You, where you are
And I where I am.

Empty,
Full of hope,
Not yet born.
A second heart beats waiting to say hello
You dread saying goodbye.
Why did it have to happen?
She cried.
I lay down beside her on her bed
But she did not want me there.
She could not fathom
The reason for death.
There is no reason
Other than to help us love life more than we do.
What do you think?
Blue or pink?
Alive or Dead?
Living within you,
You will never lose this time
This dangerous gift of love,
This precarious gift of life,
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Hope. Love.
Again,
In, out,
In out.
In.
Out.

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