I saw you from across the room,
perfect strangers, eye-contact,
palpitations and trembling knees.
You saw me shake and smiled,
a reassuring one, not judging,
not mocking my silly reaction.

Your eyes glow with new universes.
Your hair burns with a million candles.
Your skin shines like full moons.
Your heart beats to a lost symphony.
Your soul radiates tranquillity.

You became my sweetheart, my darling,
my soulmate, meine liebchen.
Your eyes close with the coming night
and I lay you gently on the bed.
I sing a lullaby as you begin to dream,
nos da cariad, sleep tight.

I want to run my fingers through your hair,
breathe in your thick mountain air,
and love is love, I do declare,
my heart lives in your doleful stare.

Your sweet voice I have yet to hear,
imagining it’s tinged with hope and fear,
but I will hear it by the end of the year,
sweet and sultry distant and near.

It’s your face I dream in darkest night,
when all is lost, this blinded sight,
but soon will come the dawn’s fire light
and illuminate again my world so bright.

I have never felt this content before,
even reading those mythologies and lore,
for no longer am I begging for more,
I hear you knocking at my door.

Sunrise here,
sunset there,
and the distance
seems to shrink
each day.

Here comes the
morning light,
breaking through
my curtains,
waking me up
with colour.

The birds sing
your name to
the dawn, each
more beautiful
than the last.

The cigarette smoke burns my lungs,
but the glow is my only light
for the coming dark.
I have the cough and the slack
in my chest tortures my breaths,
but I persevere,
the relics of a healthy body turning black
until all that is left is the wheezy
breathlessness of detachment.

I am performing the slowest suicide possible,
cancer not far away now,
soon to have my heart in its grip,
holding tighter and tighter
until it squeezes all life from it,
and I am left cold and broken
in a grave of my own digging.
My singing voice is raspy
and my voice breaks at the high notes,
so now I sing sad folk songs
and breathe out broken veils
of mist into the cold air.

My throat is dry, coughing up consonants
and vowels growl with the voices
of smoke monsters.
I have just had a smoke
and now I think I may have another,
fed up of breathing easy tonight.
Create gothic cathedrals of fog
and let them hang foreboding
in the cold night air.

That was the wind knocking on my door,
passing on the message you won’t be round no more.
The whirlwind lifted me up off my feet
and landed me in the middle of the rain and the sleet.
You said you ain’t gonna be my girl no more,
but that wind just keeps on knocking on my door.

That was a cloud passing by over my head,
sending me a message that to you I’m as good as dead.
It took my light and left me with this shadow
clinging onto my soul and blocking my view of the show.
You told me I was to you as good as dead,
but that cloud just keeps on passing by over my head.

That was a bird whispering in my ear,
that everything will be okay if I cast off the fear.
She sings in my dreams and gives me solace
and sits in my caged heart behind my gladiolus.
You said I will be okay if I cast off the fear,
but that bird just keeps on whispering in my ear.

I’m running with the wolves
tonight.
Standing on the rock and howling at the
moonlight.
Wish I had more than
hindsight.
It’s cold and my claws have
frostbite.

I’m chasing after a dream
today.
Might not meet you there but we can meet
halfway.
I saw your silhouette in the
archway.
Smoke still rising from the
ashtray.

I might find time for you
tomorrow.
Today I’m busy chasing after a colourless
rainbow.
A dream offered itself but it was a
no-show.
Finding solace in the sadness of a
willow.

Tell a soul how
beautiful you are; go on,
do it, say those words
that open your
heavens wide and
shower your world
with the
love you deserve.
This is your
moment,
your turn to stand
in the spotlight
and
feel
love
like you have never
felt
before.