Jack Davies

Jack Davies Jun 2016

If your fingertips
are feathers,
and my chest is
the sky,
and our hearts
beat wild,
as a dove learns
to fly;

Would you take away
my breath,
like a gunshot in
the evening,
whisper in
my ear,
soft words
screaming;

Would we melt into
the twilight
night sky entwined
with feathers,
our cheeks burning
bright as
the most passionate
of weathers;

Would we flutter through
that linen,
singing songs of
burning love,
and into that
night sky,
fly as graceful
as a dove.

Jack Davies Jun 2016

Go forth, sleepy child

Go forth, sleepy child,
Through those howling winds
That dance to the endless night;
Thumping thuds of a lions heart,
Pouncing down the hills.

Go forth, sleepy child,
Through the shattered glass rain
That soars through a smoke-stained sky;
Like ten thousand exploding stars
Still mourning for the sunset

Go, find thy bed of crimson joy,
Though the question may be cold,
And the darkness may be deafening,
As the spaces between words,
Stretch between galaxies.

Go forth, sleepy child,
Through the blinding night,
Those howling winds.
Go, find thy bed,
of Crimson joy,
And sleep,
My child,
Sleep.

Jack Davies Jun 2016

The Evening Sands

Well if love's like an ember in the evening rain, and the stars in the sky are calling your name, I'll fare thee goodbye as you fly from my hands, and I'll melt like ash into the evening sands.

And if I see you a flight in the stars above, soaring through dreams my green eyed dove, I'll smile in the moonlight and throw up my hands, and melt like ash into the evening sands.

How many seas must my white dove sail, how many years my heart grow frail, 'fore she sleeps in the moonlit warmth of my hands, and we melt like ash into the evening sands.

These are song lyrics :)

Jack Davies May 2016

Yawning

goosebumped skin
     and a light blue zephyr
           dancing
     to an autumn song

frozen flowers
     upon frosted windows
             blushing
      from the cool kiss of winter

yawning green
     blooming from branches
              breathing
        the first breath of spring

warm cheeks
     upon faces of endless colour
               dimples
        under the summer sun

Jack Davies May 2016

Dancing Flames

Humming,
Glowing red,
Dancing flames
Inside my head.

I'm flying,
Into that sky,
Where ash will fall
And smoke will rise.

Jack Davies May 2016

Charcoal Thoughts

Glowing embers
Trickle down my spine,
I've got charcoal fingers
And a molten mind.

Soul of smoke
Gone up in flames,
I've got charcoal thoughts;
Watch them burn away.

Jack Davies May 2016

Mountains

.
                                                                                              the
              If I                                                                       valleys of
            were                                             between      our snowy souls.
         a builder,         but           bridges               we could meet in those
        I, no longer            build                       clouds,   as    high   as     those
    would hike these                               dreams, that we dare not discuss,
  ice eyed mountains                        upon    the    footsteps    of     Giants.

If on iPhone - must be landscape or the layout messes up :)