The wind carries a whisper
Of your love.
Lucky wind.

Her poetry is a song
Sung by the earth itself

Try as I might, and I really do
No words can convey my love for you

My heart's no prize fighter.
It keeps taking a beating.

Nocturnal creatures
Eagerly anticipate
Time to reign supreme

Hammering on the roof
Of this cavern of echoes
Like a thousand
Drums beating in unison
Prompting me to march
In a single person parade,
A celebration of rain.

Golden threads tie me to you,
Ever so gently I test their limits.
A punisher of self; I can't stop.
How much more can they take?

A life devoid of sorrow,
The master of my own misery.
The paths are set.
It's time to pick one.

Time to let happiness live here.
Time to bask in the love of others.
Time to laugh, instead of cry.

Don't ruin it.
Don't blame others.
Don't drag yourself back down.

You win.

Silenced, in awe,
They watched her paint,
Bringing life to a canvas.
Bold colours
And fierce brushstrokes.
They marvelled at her masterpiece.
Me, I watched her face as she painted,
The emotions sweeping over her,
Bringing life to the canvas she was.
And I was humbled
And I was in awe
And I marvelled
At the true masterpiece.

He was a ***** dog.
She had the ****** snacks.

I climbed a tree today
and sat atop a branch
I viewed the world in a brand new way
that I'm sure cannot be matched.

The tree spoke of a history
I could barely imagine.
Steeped in rich mystery,
My gorgeous old oak mansion.

Feathers sprouted from my skin,
Changes in every cell.
I was born a bird. I tried to fly
But it did not end well

Early in the evening
She teases.
Hiding in the shadows,
Winking playfully.
As she slowly
Sheds
Her inhibitions
And stands before me
In all her wondrous glory.
Brazen and proud.
Doubts
Tossed  aside on the wind.
Clever little luna.
You don't have to
Play games
With me.
I'm at your mercy.

A message in a bottle
Hope within glass
Set upon relentless seas
With a vague destination
And no preparation
But the desperate wish
To connect with a stranger
You will never touch
And yet you struggle
To speak to your neighbour

A morning sky
touched by the very hand
of Midas,
casting golden glow
of untold riches

They lie amidst
Twisted sheets
Legs entwined
And cigarettes in hand.
As the moonlight
Casts a glow upon her skin
He smiles to think
What fun it is to sin.

He thought he was the man,
Two girls vying for his attention.
He chose the one more travelled by.
Now he has to take his tablets.

Gleaming morning dew
Kisses the flowers awake
Intimate mornings

The single flower
Placed upon the rocky path
Tells of pain and loss.

The silent ocean
Cannot be charged with ******
For the life it took.

Top of the food chain,
Mortal men gasp their last breath
As she engulfs them.

Fooled by her silence
The respect for her power
Was left on the shore.

The music swells
To an almighty crescendo
And I stand alone
In an empty room,
Arms held aloft
To welcome the
Sweep of emotion.
Hands dancing on the air,
Conducting
An invisible orchestra.
Tears seeping
Through closed lids.
Drained.
Exhausted.
Exhilirated.
In the moment.

The opeining of eyes and my heart fills with love,
The waving of arms and I cry.
A miracle.  An angel sent from above
For whom I would gladly die.

The first smile, the first laugh, the first tooth.
Memories all carefully filed.
You are the most precious thing in my life
My beautiful; my gorgeous; my child.

A devilish temper, an angelic smile
An army of curls, thick and glossy.
The warmth of your body as I hold you the close.
The queen, undeniably bossy.

I'll hold your hand for as long as you let me,
Protect you and hold you close.
I'll love you as long as there's breath in my body;
This is my solemn oath.

The first smile, the first laugh, the first tooth.
Memories all carefully filed.
You are the most precious thing in my life.
My beautiful; my gorgeous; my child.

The gentle kiss
Of a lover
And he earned
Thirty pieces of silver

She came in a world of pain
Grinding my bones to dust
And setting my body on fire.
Fear and despair
Fighting each other
And waves of nausea
Threatening to knock me down.

And then it was over
and I knew.

I would go through all
The pain again (and more)
If it meant
That I got you.

Death smiled at you and grasped your hand,
the gentle grinding of bones,
ignoring those gathered by your bed
who spoke in whispered tones.

And you, you smiled right back at death.
You did not shed a tear,
as you took your last laboured breath
death whisked you away from here.

To a place where you would feel no pain,
and your wrinkles were no more.
Where you were young and free again
and would be evermore.

And while I miss you everyday,
I would not be so brutal.
To keep you here in your broken body
would only have been cruel.

When I look upon the stars
that keep our worlds apart,
I know that you are never far.
You live on in my heart

First there was the earth
Then there was me
Then there was you.
Everything else was just a blink of the eye of history.

The smallest seed
Planted in the deepest soil.
Nestled safely
In earth's womb,
Protected from
All danger,
Or so we
Foolishly believed.
I weep for
The flower
I will never see.

These scarlet pages
Soaked in sadness
Tell a story
Of pain and grief
Unspoken.
Today, we write
Upon clean sheets.

The night stretches before me
Dark and unforgiving
Beckoning me
Into it's complete silence.
It terrifies me and draws me in.
My jaws aches from clenching
Against my screams.
It's relentless in it's pursuit
Of my soul.
My fear knows no bounds.
Morning arrives
And I sigh with relief,
Sit back
And wait for the night.

The moonlight trips
Over the still lough
And the sounds of the night
Are silenced with awe.
She is the priestess,
Listening to confessions
Bred on the dark side
Of the moon.
Absolution is found
In her purifying light.

Under the pale light of the moon
I will dance with the shadows
To the sound of your poetry
And the stars will play the piano

My eyes snap open
Wrenching me back
From the abyss.
Heart racing
And palms sweating,
A physical reaction
To imagined fear.
The realization
That it was only a nightmare
Provides meagre comfort
As the mind
Still struggles
Against what it saw
In it's own theatre.
The flashbacks
Will taint the day

A new day
Full of old thoughts,
Clamouring to be heard.
An inner monologue
Stuck on repeat
The needle scratching
On my skull.
I long for silence
But wouldn't know
What to do with it.

I walked the desert for a millenia
Sandstorms crushing the air from my lungs and thieving my voice,
Drawing nails of grit down my eyes
And invading my mouth
Until I became a woman of sand.
When all hope was lost
An oasis
Before me appeared
And I drank my fill.
My lungs are fit to burst.
But I can't stop drinking.

She refuses to live her life in chains.
She's free.

He's no poet.
His words are brash
And his actions are blunt.
He sees blocks of colour
Without varying shades.
He worships at altars of science
Rather than mother nature.
He shys away from
Overwhelming emotion
And hides behind
Facts and figures.
He's not a hearts and flowers
Kind of man
More spleen and moss

In the sunshine
the breeze licks
my skin
sweet tantalising kisses
the smell
of flesh longing
for the flesh of others
The shadows
nip at my heels
happiness
is a fleeting
distraction
We have been fooled
and fools
once more

The sun will
Give way
To the moon,
This day will
At last
Be done with.
And my
Hollow heart
Can learn
To beat
Once more.

Beneath the silver
Sun of night's sky
He whispers sweet nothings
And promises the moon.
She is all woman.
She is goddess.

Beneath the harsh
Light of a burning ball
He mutters platitudes
And promises nothing.
She's a little girl.
She has much to learn