Under a meridian moon,



That silvers the shroud of night,



My fingers map the contours of you.



And in this safe harbour of limbs



Two polar opposites conjoin.



Magnetic fields pulling us close



Navigating the other’s shores.



Taking me from valley to mountain,



Parallel lines now fused together



And the world bows down to us,



Our love bursts open like flowers in the sun.



And we float on tranquil waters



Light, so light, no orientation.



Motionless, trembling, helpless.



And within the tremulous radiance,



We return to scale.



From the zenith of my love,



I want to be a cartographer,



To represent a special concept.



And depict this phenomenon onto paper,



Giving you the legend and the key,



And draw you a map to the stars.

I am incomplete, like a part of me is missing,



It wasn’t an absolute, it came over time



Amongst a tangle of knotted days.



In dreams, it screams, find the missing jigsaw,



And on the edge of awakeness,



In the fuzzy champagne light of a new dawn,



I almost capture it.



But it hides like a viper in the grass,



Moving the blades, yet impossible to see.



Involuntarily my awareness,



Diminishes the power of the scream.



In the mirrors of eternity



I dare to glimpse for the missing in me.



But all I get is a hollow blankness,



My waking mind defies who I am!



I knock on the door of unconsciousness



Begging with a bowl of fruits of mind,



Yet a barricade of steel like strength



Blocks my entrance.



I break down tiny fragments that rise to surface,



Yet this primordial desire to search



Is unrequited, unblessed, ignored.

I know you, but I no longer know if I know you.



I hear your voice, astonished by its strangers tone.



The soft reverberating twilight distorts your face,



I see strange gestures now, so different to my own.



This quietude where things give themselves away,



We are now detached into our silent spaces,



Our words have unravelled, the truth does stare,



The we and the us, are absent without traces.



And I am shaken that our fever was only an instant,



Where once your echo resonated with mine.



As if each cell of our bodies has been renewed,



Leaving two individuals now askance, undefined.



I am shaken, I need the memories lancing



Tortured like fingernails scraping a blackboard



Disconnected, divided, parted, untied,



A severing of our invisible cord.



Ultimately lost, our faces strained masks,



This frozen atmosphere showing us the way



Sat in our worlds, we have retreated and dissolved



All that is left are the remains of the day.

The night was like a jagged edge,



When the traveller arrived,



Shadows cutting into corners,



Where the light, was trying to hide.



Thunder reverberating like sheet metal,



Lightening quivering to the ground,



Spelling out prayers in the blackness.



Whilst the waves on the shore did pound.



The moon in communion with the night,



Telling stories to the seas,



As anxiety disturbing the oceans sleep,



Tossing and turning in turbulent breeze.



He entered the cave in silence,



Laid his prize onto the ground,



A waxen figure of immortality,



That could not make a sound.



He watched the waters foam,



Along the secret line of the spine,



Wishing he could prolong the bliss,



Before the sea proclaimed, it’s mine.



With human anguish the sea did roar,



And took the prize to it’s breast



The traveller exited his work now done,



Only unlike him,  the sea would not rest.