I once wished to end together,
I wanted you so close and dear,
I wanted you like bees in heather,
How curious, strange to end familiars.

We grew in fondness, each landed eye,
O seasons turned through sun and chill,
Grew up together, teased and pried,
In the village schoolyards upon a hill.

And lately I have come to love you,
Greatly I have felt youths quickening,
Wishing for us to start as lovers true,
But playgrounds promise no beginnings.

We walked together, found
In town centre, on the mark,
We were a bullseye, joyous,
Shy, striding opened streets,
So proudly paved, just for us,
To trip and now, here faraway,
In white shops we sprung free,
Tried on silly scarves and hats,
Imagining rendezvous in London,
Paris on the Seine, the long boot
Of Italy, sleeping inside a railway
Station on our way for Provence,
Or Barcelona, even dare Istanbul,
It was too fun, so brilliant to dream,
In return those tickets got punched,
Now we travel solo on lost avenues,
Waking up is not as nice as it seems.

Off lone island bay,
Outlander waves are praying,
Curly in their white caps.

Cars and lorries are creeping
Into a village still sleeping,
Coming in from nowhere.

Stones have things to voice,
There are stars of rock fish
Deep in bays with the moon.

Beyond night dream are lochs,
Darks and colds of longings,
Mountains old as confusion.

Birds chime their mouth musics,
Churlishly sent over moorlands,
All questions ring unanswered.

On broke beaches are notions
Of days strung to faraways
And sands bleached ancestral.

Off lone island bay,
Simple comings, waves, goings,
After sly moon, sun has its say.

I am your moon, child,
Ancient and bright in seas
Of tranquility, I circle the stars
Waiting for you, white skin, red
Hair, long, light strands from Mars,
The night is blue and black, so deep,
Radiant as any dark continent, ******
Into sky, as plain as surrender my sun,
To lust upon.  I trust your hot hands will
Conquer in vacuums, I am true understand,
Our eyes could set moons to flame, I know,
That you know, I am here, forever, waiting,
In the deepest, vast, wastelands of space
And time, in sight of a great blue ocean,
Worlds of dream, of yours and of mine.

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Needles and tears jab
At my window, breakouts
Of sky rip through clouds
And mountains shout, drain
From beyond, dark snowmelt
Like cold wind on the ground,
Spatters of my heart shadows,
Loneliness here is warmly kept
By a window I refuse to know,
The sky is old, patching dread,
From my window are new tears
Attached to blur, smoky panes,
In the distance small white birds
Are sailing, stripping what is left.

Her hair is long and dull, ashen,
Mine, wavy and fairly on fire, red,
Her eyes are blue and mine green,
What can be said?  You once uttered
I was too much, I ask you, what does
That mean?  Too much for lucky hand,
Too much for gladness, days without
End?  She makes you smile in crowds,
Did I not split your sides into laughters,
When we set out alone?  Did I not sing
For you by the ocean under the stars?
I am so troubled for wanting you plain,
Each night is endless, all dream refrain,
You with your liveliness for me to tame,
How can I continue, without such fame?
You once thought me fair, I breathe still
Here, unspoken for, looking to a boy
I once knew as kindly and dear, true,
A man of his word, and not some rover,
I hope that she will see strengths in you
And pray you end on what is truly want,
I shall sing for you, but not be a waiting.

Catcalls, tangled up hair,
Red cheeks, tears and ayes,
Rumpled dress, jokes so wry,
A neckless of polished shells,
Restless night, anxiety, tickles,
Fright, moonlit promises, garlands
Of wildflower, stolen kisses, a palm
Full of down from the thistle, laughs,
Larks, dried roses in a basket, a frog,
A crow feather, my uncaught breaths,
Being chased on the shores, tight hugs
In rain, held hands by the quays, hopes,
Rushes, joys and warmth of tomorrows
To come, some worries, awfully happys,
Winsome things sure fair, without strings,
Powerfully gifted, now, all things naught,
Of this I am sure, my dear unfaithful boy,
Your ginger lassie, she wanted more.

Walking by the shores at night,
Rain splinters the sky,
The sea is slipping,
Out of breaths,
The stars are crying
Watering salty eyes,
My heart aches for what is gone,
Love is a madly tender tear,
I find some comfort hear, tonight,
Lost with trailing moon.

You are so monumental to me,
With sun behind you truly shine,
Scraggy tree, birds love to nest
In your knobby boughs, so blest,
The winds that roar in open fields
Blasting no fright under your yields.
How spry you be my gracious one,
Good stay for wings in burning sun,
I love to rest beheld your branches,
For near you all of creation dances,
And know as we old nature is calm,
And all is worthy, safe in your alms.

One day, I will come to know
How clouds only smoke
And never flame, I will light
As sun climbs into the earth,
Know that water is blood,
Alive as it streams to the sea.

One day, my heart will calm,
Only flutter now and again
As do the butterflies in gardens,
I will know the sweeping moon
As my friend, jolly, bearded
In curly stars, winking at me.

Beauty aches before mountains,
There is great hollow in the glens,
By the shores, once sure landing,
Where I have come to know ends,
I was your beauty once, your ken,
No longer a trove, yet wish again.

You said we would one day wed,
Mountains stood for all we know,
But in no time you found another,
Beauty drowns, waves by a shore,
Beauty cuts like holly leaf in a fist,
Beauty pools in salt marsh of tear.