That's the one I was talking about
When he broke your heart and your only escape was the keyboard?
I was listening
I'm being the best brother I can
But we've all got hiccups
And the choppy waters never end

The best we can do is to wait for
Landfall and hold onto hope until the world swallows us
Again and makes us into something new
But I see an awakening for you
In these coming months
So please, don't let go

SOMEWHERE IN YOUR MIND
( for Ruth )

I have wandered
around your mind

(I hope you don't mind)

invited in
by a poem

it smiled:
'Come in...come in! '

And so
here I am

having bread & butter & tea
with your Past

having a laugh
with your Present

listening intensely
to your Future sing

'WHAT EVER WILL BE... WILL BE! '

Picking up each
unique memory

reflecting how it
catches & holds

the light
(the delight in life)

having a good old natter
with your own good self

playing Snap!
with our synapses

tickling the old grey matter
until

a passing thought
& on a tangent I leave

your smile
as you tuck your hair behind your ear

and I find
myself upon

the whiteness
of this page

like Breughel's
HUNTERS RETURNING IN THE SNOW

trekking across
its vastness

leaving a trail
of clumsy footprints

made of words

leaving footsteps
echoing

somewhere in your mind.

A skull crushed.
Bone fragment splinters
On a page.
Bleeding ink
And breathing words.
The colossal weight
Of hopes and dreams
Upon reality
Unversed

she wanders through the forests and the groves,
her bare feet scarce upon the mossy ground,
as day sinks into night without a sound
and sunset fills the skies with pinks and mauves;
and like a restless breeze she wildly roves,
a love-lost woodland dryad, summer-crowned
and who could ever guess where she was bound,
or why the sea so whispered near the coves.
her eyes as bright as a white-feathered dove,
beyond the river, near a sheltered tree,
she rests awhile finds lilies for her hair,
their flowery mist no prettier than she,
(enchanting in the hearkened, vibrant air,)
her heart soft-brimmed with longing and with love.

I am next to you
In the velvety darkness.
I can hear the city breathing
From just outside your window,
Breathing like you.
Your soft, rhythmic sighing blends with the sounds of life drifting in from the street
And it's like you're the same,
Uncontainable, indescribable.
The light kisses the soft lines of you
And your lovely, wild hair cascades down the pillows.
I feel...
This is what I want my nights to be like.
I want to know you're safe, sleeping beside me, I want to feel you here-
The smoothness of your skin pressed up against mine intermittently
The way I can feel your heartbeat through your chest.
You're so present, so real and warm and... Mine,
And I want to kiss you dizzy
I want to map every inch of you with my hands,
Always longing to be closer.
But I just lie back into the pillows, feel you breathe.
I wonder, are you dreaming?
Behind those green eyes
What worlds are there, playing out the musings of such a soul?
Ah, the familiar feeling-
I long to know you
Every part of you
Every shame and insecurity you are worried I'll find
I want to find them and love them all
With the same tenderness that I love your voice and your lips and your passionate mind.
I want to be close to you in ways I don't even know what to think of.
You turn, mumbling, and reach for me
And something in my chest
Rises and falls all at the same time.
I never know
In this life
How long I will get to be happy
But this is forever
This right now
This
Is something that I won't come back the same from
No matter what happens.
So safe, so tender...
I could be anything with you.
I could grow into anything, nourished by your gentle glow.
I long for you
And I long for the person I will become the longer I spend in your arms.
Change me.
Make me.
Heal
Me.
For all my fears that you will tire of my gifts
And of my constancy
For all the scars I bare and all the times my world has ended
When I look into your eyes I cannot fear you-
I am too alive.

I wished I was
The person
That you wished
I was.
Rosy wallpaper
And proper
English pinkies
Ladies drinking tea.
Profanity a nightmare
Of the lower masses.
Kick me in the shins
With proper
Steel toe caps.
Your heritage
Doesn't dull the pain.
But my wishes
Are saved
For the obtainable.
I will never
Be that lady
Nor
Would I want to be.