I fain would speak like an Angel
but my words would tell the truth

I am but a man
who asks Angels for their help.

They tried to build me.
They tried to build me so I didn't fall again.
They kept failing though.
I kept crashing back down.
They started getting tired.
Because they had their own life, they had to build up other people who meant more to them.
I was left, crashing slowly each day.
Until I became something I never thought I would be.
Then he reached out, and I started building myself up.
But I would stumble and fall.
He would stay and watch me.
Making sure I didn't fall to far.
He was there at night when I needed someone.
He counts the days with me.
I have to admit, at first I thought he would leave.
If he hadn't been here.
I don't think I would be where I am.
Slowly building myself up every-day.
Slowly becoming who I want to be.

The  tulips  lift
there
smiling  faces
To  the  afternoon  sun.

­Keith  Wilson  Windermere  UK  2017.

at times you feel full ready to fly
to choose to leave this nest

but you have to trust
when the time truly comes

it will not be your choosing
and patience will get you there.

he is gone....

night's dark
shadows flit
and shake,
shadow breezes
sing of past
love,

when i kissed him
our love was a bowl
of exquisite rose,

lust ripped at our
bones sunk into
them like a gold
sun's bloom,

my heart remembers
him like a grey ghost
of the past,

worn and unholy,

my love for him
is still a whisper
in the grass,

my love for him,
and only him,
is water and fire,

fire of ghosts that
melt with love,

water of love that
drowns in pools of
steel

for what is forgotten

reaching down to catch
an invisible hand

i am an acrobat
remembering heaven
and love,

a leaf on the winding
wind, incredibly brittle,

for these nettles
i walked in still
sting as i sigh
for his name....