there is an abyss within
your ocean heart
a depth only a few can grasp
and those who don’t fear
the swallowing waves
and those who aren’t afraid
to swim and dive
will be the lucky ones
to find the beauty you hide

they say there ain't rhythm
they say it don't rhyme
but people get famous off that kinda ****
all the ****
day

.
Snow drifts down
     laying a lawn cold sheet
across the frozen ground,
          creating art reliefs
like acid etching glass,
open space rolling and undulating,
in small hills and depressions,
     bedecked in a veil of white.
The silence is deafening,
quiet having been enjoyed
     and surpassed,
briefly punctuated by the call of a bird,
     A sharp whistle that shrieks
and attacks the silence.
The fresh smell of snowfall wafts up
     as it settles and glistens
in the light of silver moonbeams,
randomly peeping through clouds.
The taste of peace,
                     tranquility,
in the frigid air,
sends imagination soaring
from the desolation of isolation
to another time and place.
          The snow falls,
     falls,
in a relentless race for the ground,
               all is still,
               nothing stirs,
as the moor welcomes its quilt
and sleeps with a cold heart,
     dreaming,
                       of being kissed by the Sun.



© Pagan Paul (28/05/18)

Just an elevator man
If he had a name he never said
Among few words were what floor
Pushing buttons, sliding doors

It wasn't like he wasn't the pleasent type
Everyone enjoyed the ride
Had a way with a smile
Could make a junkyard dog give up his growl

The years all pass in a dying breath
Steals your soul, don't give it back
With the old joke that we all know
Life has its ups and downs he often told

As he started to wear they bought him a chair
Just within reach of the buttons there
Some days though he'd be asleep
Happens more and more quite frequently

That's why no one knew that he'd been dead
A month of Sundays the coriner said
He'd passed away they believe
Somewhere between floor 1 and floor 19

The tenets now help themselves out
Thinking of the one that never said much out loud
Just an elevator man
If he had a name, he never said

I found true love,
not in another heartbeat

But in the way the stars and moon contrast against the midnight sky

the smell of pine trees and damp dirt
On a rainy day

The sound of birds chirping in the early morning

The way the waves of the ocean reflect the light of the stars on a lonely night

The crows on the telephone lines
Because although they are plain
There are times when less is more
And there's beauty in simplicity

The setting sun,
Because the swirling pinks, oranges, purples and yellows
Remind you of a sorbet,
And sorbets remind you of the times when you used to go out as a family for ice cream

The late night car rides with people you no longer know
But it doesn't matter because everyone's laughing and smiling,
And at that moment everything feels right
All troubles and worries exhaled with the smoke
And nobody cares if they died tonight

The silence at two in the morning when everything is still,
And you're dancing in the middle of the empty road
Because the night is yours and for the first time,
in a long time
You don't want to die

I found true love,
Not in another heartbeat
But in the idea,
That there is more
to this life.