Intoxicated smiles
Found on the sofa at the back
Intimacy reacts
I can still taste your kisses

I can compare you to this February day
It’s mild, it’s grey
But thoughts of you brighten the way
The sky is low, hazy off white
Despite lack of sun it’s really quite bright
You can barely make out the shape of a cloud
As the canvas sits proud, not loud
Calm and there
A slight dazzling glare
Quietly unassuming but certainly all-consuming
I see your movement in the trees, your persona in the breeze
I long for stillness in my dreams
Where I often play these themes and scenes
Where what may seem extreme is simply being
Minds connecting, conversations reflecting
Memories collecting
Passions injecting

Often at this hour, when the night is thick and deep
And the moonlight peers atop the sky,
Does my mind, heart and body feel most alive,
Most connected to the pulse of night,
Rhythmic time goes ever by
Through throbbing veins with hope for life
Envisioned as a tangible thing,
imagine string
connects all beings
All with soul and core
All with love and hope

You’re far away from home
Manicured rows
Of skyscraper homes
Even in your familiar city
Your heart is lost
Searching the streets for meaning
Regret stings your soul
Your eyes have accepted their fate
I see behind them passion and fire
They put me in a state of desire

Wild flowers creep up your skin
Relentlessly Spring finds life through the cracks
Feeding off your tears
Emitting floral scent
Without consideration for regret
Hope never stopped to think about hoping
Nature never considers early death

The night

Passed by before I had chance
To close my eyes

Darkness fell in to thoughts
Wondering alone

Soaked up quickly by the light
Of day

I pray, when it comes around again
My mind will have less to say

If your values are material
You aren’t wired right
When status is your aim,
Likes are an empty game
You’ll never be fulfilled,
There’s no depth to be instilled
That heart doesn’t fill your cup
But I see it’s a momentary up
It soon fades away
Working on the next thing that you’ll (post) say

When your watch takes the place of your smile
And you let it dim the shine of your eyes
When the perception from others cripples your freedom
Image is nothing to believe in
Labels aren’t an achievement
Sadness and fear is transparently clear

I recognise you’ve worked hard for success
But what about passion and life beating through your chest?
I don’t care about the after party
Or the ‘everyone’ celebrity
It doesn’t impress me

I open your books of poetry
You close them tight on me
Afraid to show your trueness
It’s all I cared to see

It was never you
Who brought the magic of my heart to life
That cantered like a band of wild horses
Through spring meadows at sunrise
Nature’s chorus cheered me on
But I put my strength in your disguise
You rode the wonders of my coattails
I made excuses for your lies
But here I am in wonderment
That dependency in you grew
When once again you left me
Your words left me black and blue
You can never take the power
Of my wild, open heart
Who steers the good and bad with grace
Every time you depart

There is a cycle where the veil lifts
The material is distant
And the spiritual is tactile
God feels closer
I know this unseen world
My body convulses with surges
Energy shoots through me
Heavy tears drop
I imagine them quenching dry red earth
Falling through cracks
There’s a direct line
A connection
God is speaking to me
I feel a longing for home
For the earthly dirt
For the higher realm

Before I bleed
I’m sensitive to this density
Energy feels weighty
Visceral, almost visible
I’m reminded of my spirit
My own wild nature, tamed
But the essence of my heart roars
My feral body sings to the beat of nature
I bleed like the red earth
I am tribal. I am feral
I stand with and part of creator

The Spirit within me is alive -
I experience this physical body
But I am connected to a world beyond this one-
It’s expansive and brings me to tears
I posses a remembering - a yearning for home
I long to rest my head down and be held in eternal love
I let my heart expand - the world breaths as my lungs fill
This tree, and all the trees, look out for me
God himself embodies me, and you
I ask, how do I pray?
God responds - this is prayer - I am with you