These eyes now see the world in a different colour
Not in a red rusty vile way
But blue like the ocean
Light like the sky
For many a year the darkness of black had overwhelmed me
Stole my thoughts and created a self perpetuating storm
So powerful
So rancid
In an all consuming vigor
Quenching its thirst

UNTIL
  
Alas now as I wake
The sun blinds me
No more corners in which I used to hide

I see yellows and lilacs
Pinks and soft subtle creams  
Glorious scents drift upwards from the dawn
A sensory overload that makes me smile in delight
I feel alive
Fresh
The turning of the page has commenced

The glint of the bridge had gripped me
A sight so underwhelming yet iconic
A millennium at cost
A sway not lost to the bubble man
As he went about his day  

And on I stepped

A path so quaint on a lead to the
Almighty modern  
The Tate
As she stood before me
Her statues guarding all
Stunned not to move
Till the golden florin fell

I too fell
In love
Such a picture of an age
Boldness in its making
Daunting of its size
Beauty in its holding
Modern meets the
Master

Inside my breath is still there
Stolen
Taken for ever in its raw
Left in a trail forever
Awaiting my return

From floor to floor I swayed
Drunk in my stagger
Salivation stole my lips
The drooling was lost
For before
I had been blind

Now I would see  

The world became me
And I became the ocean
Taking all that washed me over
Nothing was ever going to be the same
For I was in love

As I wake to a cold lonely bed
From these eyes that open blankly
My reach
My love
Is waiting
I know your close
Your near  

I'll wait until the mountains fall
I'll wait for ever.... be my role
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you

This head is full
It's all of you
I want you here
With me
To feel your breath upon my chest
Let's sleep my love
Let's sleep

I'll wait until the mountains fall
I'll wait for ever.... be my role
I'll wait for you
I'll wait for you

One day my eyes will wake to you
To watch you eyes
All closed
I'll kiss you softly
Stir your soul
Our perfect
Magnifique

The Brightest Flower

A flower held hand
As the young girl reaches up for her
mothers grasp
The reddest of velvet's reflected from
Tears on eyes
Her poppy
Stands proud and straight

She knows why she's standing
She know no return
Her father not here now
His never come home

He fought for his country
He fought for his life
He fought for his honour
His family
Our life

Remember this girl that cries every night
No father to hold her
Is gone from this earth
Yet she is the proudest
A daughter could be
Because of her father
Gave life
For you
...and for me

.
Poppy day