sea
shore
and
sky

never weary

nor you...

full moon glowers
through a vent in the storm
fickle sleep comes
and goes as she pleases
we rise
to a bruised and bleeding dawn
both victim
to the black cloud

floating in neverland
she takes on new
winged form

dazzling
bright
translucent
in flight

to close
to the sun
her wings will melt

love
unraveled
the sleeve
i wore
my heart on

My confidence
slinks off
surreptitiously
leaving me
feeling foolish
standing alone

i didn't turn out
as you expected
characteristics
you detected
let down your dreams
of how "we'd" be
as is the same
for me
what will we do

i have seen the death crone
she is in the background

clutching a chair she wants to pull it up next to me

get me comfortable
with whats to come
shes good at that

will i go into her arms gracefully?

she is quite beautiful

Each
perfectly
enounsed
syllable
spills from her lips
and drifts down to the floor
rustling like dried leaves in the corner

you bring yourself
into the room
your ego follows
all too soon
you feed it till
it swells and grows
and pretty soon
it's all that shows

i wrote you a love poem
it came straight from my heart
i wish i hadnt given it
cos now we're at the part
where instead of showing pleasure
or giving me a kiss
you say that it's a good one
might well be a laundry list

It's kind of weird
I must admit
tho I've enjoyed
our close
it's also burnt
the honesty
has been a
toxic dose
we've laid bare souls
got it all out
this close is not
as put about

The land of childhood
a time before
love
loss
and pain

sometimes
                            
when i look up
at
the sky

it
has a depth
an
inwardness

that makes
me

feel as
if

im              
    falling
in  to
it

daddy dear
getting all fired up
over the loss of a certain brand of whatever he likes
86
and this is it

Prayers are something
we do on our own time
the answers come
in infinities time

you

turned
yourback


and dig yourself
another
grave

i
will
walk away

this
time
not unheard

but
ignored

like
the streams
that
used
to call

your name

im not sure which
horrified me the most
the fact that
at aged 54 he
wanted to  “get”
a teen aged girl
or the fact
he thought
he could

casual
but intense
relaxed
but exciting
a man of his word
who listens to mine
the possible
and the impossible
all in one
why do I dream
at this age
maybe that's all
there is

visions...
are they that?
or is it your brain
teaching you what it's learned
while you weren't looking

constellations

frozen
yet
moving

under
you
i
am
crushed

your
fires
flare

i
see
them
not

im in mourning
didn't even see it
dawning
why do I
do this every night
and wake up
feeling
full of
.............

moilandtoil

then

into the soil....

clothed by the sun
i walk in joy
moontides
ebb

her
harsh
wounded
outbursts

masquerading as laughter

i wish

i could make of my scars

fresh wounds

to scab

flake off

and finally heal

Full moon
frosted grass
silence

time
stopped

then dawn
and birdsong

The sun shines
as brightly
as undashed hopes
casting pale gold light
across the lawn

Words are only
a vibration
of the air
however bitter
they leave
no trace

from inside a shell
a few drops of ocean

pearled on my kitchen table

minute flecks of sand
many hued

golden
rose
and brown

why give voice
to nonsense words like
normal
average
love
and truth
none
of which
are any use

it will

come

as a bit of a shock

i know

but

out of your ****

the sun

does
not
glow


you

can labour

the
point

till i

get up and go

but

arguing

never

made anything

so.......

we are all
just part
of
the cycle
of
decay
heavans heave in silence

i want to

whirl
like a dervish

dance
like a breeze

                         above            
              high      
levitate                        the trees    

sing
like
rapture

swim through the stars

show the WHOLE world

this
love
of
ours

only in
a place
of absence
can i
be here

in winter
the earth becomes
hard & mean
won't allow my summer flowers
even stops
the grass green growing
making months
out of hours

Fog
like grey gauze
singed by fire

we've
      run
        through
                            all

our possibilities


         circle
come       full
        back


as much the same

                                                                        as differant


        s
          p  
        i
          r    
      a
          l
            s
   wiinth
    s
        p
     i
r
a
   l
      s

when i walk a coastal cliff

face i want to wedge into

the eye socket gaze

out to sea forever

become
weathered

like the rock

summer heat

sparse lawns

unhappy looking

flowers end

even cells

in a petri dish


excrete waste

illusions shattered

mirror shards

scattered
rending

self
image

hard

internal
eternal
eternal
internal
never
ending
struggle

i wish
i could
just grab you

come and take you by the hand

run off to
a
beach
somewhere

trail toes
through pristine sand

waves
the only sound i hear
filling up
my
head

upon days end
the
perfect close

sunset
beach
pillow
bed

A little flurry of snow
just blew past my window
wouldn't you think
the weather would know
It's spring.....?

i dreamed of winning you
with my charms
i dreamed of lying
in your arms
i dreamed of how
our lives might be
but dreams are not dreams
when they become
reality

no
revelation

is only
the struggle
                                         towards                                  light

i am dying
and you are dead
and this is not
inside my head
we trod the boards
took the applause
now it is time
to close the doors
bow out stage left
decline encore
give breath
to life
not any more

they are
your
loves

your
infinite
loves

those first
fallen into
young loves

mine
comes
so late

a torn
old
love

dirt
real

but
still

star kissed

one of the sad aspects of my parents relationship is
they constantly disagree
on things they should let go
as long as i can remember
they've done that
only now they're almost dead
are they at peace