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Jamie Richardson Mar 2017
I follow the clouds passing
For what seems like hours I just stare
And although it is only here I'm standing
I could be anywhere.
Jamie Richardson Mar 2017
I sing this to no one (to you who I’ll
 never know) but our eyes have met
 and in a glimpse, I saw it.
 I sing only of a moment
 caught by the breeze, as it whistled
 merrily across the water
 But for a moment there
 in a fathomless pool
 I saw it all
Jamie Richardson Mar 2017
It's never the same stream
It’s always a new day,
Forever a fresh dream
To blow us away.
 
What is reality?
A leaf in the breeze
Such is the fragility
Of what we believe.
 
A trick of our memory
The sweet sting of pain,
Blinds what we see
As we repeat it again.
 
What of the Sun’s light?
How precious its weight
When swallowed by dark night
That obliterates.
 
And what of an idea?
The tangible Dove
Which eludes us all down here
As it hovers above
 
But deep in a garden
Past thicket and fence
I glimpse something golden,
And see beyond sense
 
Behind it, a fresh stream,
The one never the same.
For what is in that dream,
But life by another name
Jamie Richardson Mar 2017
What if I uttered your true name
Would you shrivel and die like a god?
Or would life remain the same,
As you turn to the wall to sob

Before reproaching yourself with tears,
“What's wrong with me” the cry
To which I don't reply
So repeats the chorus of our years

What if we forgot our shame
Would you ascend to be with the gods?
Don't call them by their true name,
Or you'd be sure to find yourself lost

You'd return to me with a shriek
That’d make leaves wither on trees
And as you reproach me from your knees,
So we would repeat another week

Sitting by the sea, reassuring
Grey on gold. Rain spattering
Down. I am the only soul.
And I am the only soul.

What if we both forgot?
As we'd drink the Lethe deep
The past would matter not,
I would again sweep you from your feet

But as we wake the next day,
With heads fragile and sore
All things would be as before
With reproaching holding sway

What if we both called time?
Two Kingfishers flying free
Soaring further to the sublime,
Our paths divergently

A weight would halt our course
Unseen yet wholly real
We have to face our remorse
If we are ever again to feel

Sitting by the sea, happily
Golden blue, sun shimmering
On, me our child and you,
Remember, me our child and you.

What if we accept our fate
And treasure the memories we hold,
Perhaps it's not too late,
For you and I to grow old
Jamie Richardson Mar 2017
"It's not you" she said
Well, you know the rest, a familiar scene

Hurt and confused, I reached for the first words that sprang to mind
"Betrayal, betrayal!" I cried

She looked at me coldly, and slowly replied
"You can only betray that which you love"

And with that, she upped and went;
Sailed clean out of my life

After she had gone, I thought about what she'd said
And I realised she was right
As my thoughts turned to that garden, on that night.
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