You asked what I would do,
If you were with me.
What birdsong does to a silent forest;
What a deep breath of lilies does to the brain;
What the thought of you does to my skin,
I'd do to you. If you were with me,
I'd savour you to distraction.

When the day blooms and the light streams
Through the handcarved cracks
Of consciousness it inspires infinity.
The boundless light and undiscovered
Colours of the morning draw even
The birds to serenading, for the
First time, and for the hundredth.

I feel as if I am breathing sunlight.
As if I could raise my hand and weave
The wisps of clouds between my fingertips,
As simply as I lie here on the ground.
It is easier to dream when the sun shines.

At times like this I like to live in daydreams.

I like to dream myself into possibilities
As yet unsubstantial, even previously
Unthought of. I like to be unmade, unwoken,
Confidently lost amongst the scenes of
My mind's creation.

In the labyrinth I can find confusions,
Emotions, revelations unexpected.
But I always find hope.
A hope that keeps the sun shining.

And when days grow dull and wintry,
Spring blooms behind my eyes
As daisy petals and puppy ears
Melt through the rusted lock of memory.
To place me barefoot in the grass
On an immortal sunny day.

I heard a word on the street today.
Just passing through, on my way to nowhere
And I heard it. A man breezing past
Breathed it to another and I turned my head.
We'd never met before, had no
Connection but this word. That terrible,
Wrenching, blinding word that no one is
Supposed to say.

Loneliness. And it opened that gulf;
That carefully stitched cavern that no one is
Meant to see. And I turned my head back
Round and walked away, like I hadn't
Heard. Keeping up appearances.
Carrying on.