There is a soulless sun,
pale, yellow, dull.
There is a bright shining moon
which binds us all to steal.

Darkness enters briskly in
We follow the trails of night-lit rings
Staring up the moonlight sings
Like candles in the black

These sleepless nights
Bring soaring flights
For solitary stars to wander

I’ll only step into the grave
If my heart settles glowing
With thunder

Those listening
Will rise

Standing fonder
One day we’ll love with no thunder

But with calm pink sky
Set softer and
Spinning kites resting cool
Under the yellow, trembling moon

Winter sends a chill

Frost gathers and distills
itself in corners of windows
and corners of minds
Shaped as spikes after dark
Lingering with the spark of the sun
Waiting cruelly 'til we wake after dawn.

So I sit and loiter
for warmth
But none follows.

The fire's glow turns cold
My eyes hardened to stone.
And the worst: there is no movement
In my hands with which to heal
my pain.
I am drowning in icy waters.
But none can see
because we are all the same.

Winter reminds me of home
One which crumbles as I write
It is a home I forget and
remember with glimpses
of sunlight
Or children's laughter

Home I once knew as my own
It is a city of cold, a crunch
   of scattered leaves beneath
tiny careless feet sprinted, tip-toed
through the park leaving prints
   now long covered
A park of trees lined so tall,
   I craned my neck in awe
with bright blue eyes
  like glistening bulbs
But those trees are smaller now
  for I have grown

It is the chill I
  remember, wind
biting my skin
  as I whimpered
desperate for a fire

It is snow-drop memories and
pink plump faces
   which grew to shapely bones
and knowing smiles

It is a smaller time
  lodged in my heart,
hardened
  with the brisk
November air.

It hurts
that you don't notice
me in my bluest blue dress.

It is brisk
       It is brisk
  You are cold
     and I am melting

before you I flush
to my reddest of red
like the lipstick
     I wear
for you
    
It is brisk
             It is brisk
      and still
You don't notice.

Blind to my blue and my red
Whilst I stare a your
    silver and gold
and before you I melt
    to ashes and coal

and still you don't notice.
   Still I am blue
and the sky droops down
       over me,
           not you.
You are shining
     You are shining

You are the stars
I am the void
    in which you hang

You thrive
    even when you die
I still see you

But you are blind
     to my blue and my red.

Still,
    you don't notice.

It hurts
    that you don't notice.

I thought of him
as a flickering of light
In the dark

But I think of you
as my day

My day before night,
through night
and through the rest
of my life

He made the dark bearable
You make it disappear
like an echoing sound
in the empty space of my soul

In our minds fell
The silent sounds
Of seabirds singing of summer
Of sweet sun-soaked smiles
Calm blue skies,
Kind hearts
We struggle to recall
The light

And each of us searched
Through cities for something
To make us feel
But after all it was the
Ballerina
The words carried on the curve of her back
As the rise and fall of the piano drifted sweetly
Across the stage
Lifting toes and feet ready for snow

The spirit of the room was dancing
All our hearts were dancing
With the melodies which rung
Over crisp new fields

After all,
Warmth healed the rough skin
Of winter's miserable song.

In the quietest moments of the earth
when there was nothing
and I truly believed there was nothing
I found you

In the loudest moments of my heart
when there was no one to listen but me
and my screams echoed unheard
I found you

In my endless search for good,
bound within human flaws
my scars, my obscenities,
my deep dark hidden corners
I found you

When I saw myself
In a light among shadows
In a rose among thorns
In a smile among scowls,
I saw who I wanted to be
and I found you