The spot where you fell now has the shadow of new you
beginning to start a reign,
autumn's decrepit form
forgot
in
this rise;
only for spring
are your eyes.

I've known you as long
as i've known someone
kind.
You made me present
when
i anticipated your presence
and presents.
You are what you were always were;
you give and leave,
like leaves.

At all sketches a dab hand,
the touch of deft
drawing safe land.

Your enormous heart
has time for me?
Wow!
I love you.

My friend
although I know what you are
and what you have to give
I’m always surprised by your wonder,
not that you keep anything in,
your face is not made for deceit,
It rejects subterfuge
In a dazzle
of what is;
when I think thankful thoughts
I think of you
and all that you do.

When
you say
with gentle ask
"i'm yet to be discovered,
I may let you name me""
I cope with overwhelm well
and think
there
is nothing better
than you.

On alarm
you smile,
as rays of slumber rescind;
no more prepare of slow,
in fruitful
falling
morning
go.

Oh you,
you make me *******
at being Zen
because if apart
now becomes when,
a when will I see you again.
The stampede is fast
to your arms.

Every time
I see you
I like you more than I did
when I liked you straight away.

Every time we part
I try not to miss you
and
the splendid fanfare in my head;
I simply smile, eat
and go to bed
with stomach whirling with what I can't quite put my finger on:
you
and your
winged aplomb.

Everytime
I walk past the window
where you were
I begin to wave,
but as I start the hello motion I remember
you're not there anymore,
just a empty seat
behind a full green door.
Oh Roy.
But at least there are still sinews
that move
in anticipation of you,
and muscles connected to bone
acknowledge
the space you left.
Now everytime I walk past your window and raise a hi
it's mixed with the love
of goodbye.

After fierce rain
the sun appears,
and makes a seemingly engrained deluge instantly forgettable;

that's what you do too:

your welcoming soothes the soaked in from the storm;

all your smile and suddenly

everything's warm.

When you get off a train I'm happy,
that's because it usually means you're a step closer to me;
your near proximity improves my all,
my string theory
and my ABC.
Just your foot on a platform means I understand more of the air,
as you're a further tad towards me,
making the best of my everywhere.

Test tuby...

Scientifically,
when it's all broken down
you're
1. Brill.
2. Ace.
3. Warm.
4. Welcoming.
etc,
and more;
but all I know is i'm
happy
when you're stood on the floor, next to me,
you gilde my see,
and,
If I could pick moments to be in
most of them would be
with you.

Your meterphorical language suggests I'm fake,
a facsimile,
but i can fax you a simile to show you how real I can be!

When my breath is your breath
It’s enticing as the assured
of a morning
in a long sunny day.

I attest
never anything less
than exemplariness
in your caress.

Near you
is being sat under butterfly blue skies;
a world resplendent with confident soaring,
not seeming
to flutter by.

Once forgot
what a lot
this is.
Not it is not
enough to last
but invisible and indelible,
impacts,
then pass.
No star
to reach for;
here and gone,
at once.

Super duper...

Even if there was nothing to get over
you'd arrive
like a saviour
and see no dust
in immaculate,
it must be hard to rescue pristine,
no damsel
no distress,
no mess,
just a flutter of your cape making a strong heart quiver,
and made me want to say;
come here soon
anyway.

However brief it was good to see you today,
may our next meeting
not be as fleeting.

You say words you might not remember,
bless you,
in December
and every month
with a name,
on their lips,
your name.
You run through minutes
and moments,
i count seconds around you,
no hue
or cry
around you,
tears near, many or few,
crashing summers before our gust;
master piece, master peace.

The sing
of you now
no longer fraught
with dull thought,
as it should be,
near Christmas.

Oh!

Our times never fail
to find the blossom
on a easy spring morning,
all is a chatter with bright and new,
in the midst
of wonderful you.

Your boom of fantastic
easily done;
all the ice
a time in the sun.

Today,
in the supposed
bleak mid winter
you arrived,
and warmed,
and shone,
as if never
been gone.

In pomp
it doesn't rain,
just
the sun
again
&
again.

Right now,
as you lay warm and blessed,
your possibities are endeless:

You could be a ballerina who discovers a fresh science of soar,
you could be a globetrotter who finds a new meaning of tour,
you could be a plumber who invents a tap,
you could be the voice that makes all your friends' clap,
you could be a hair dresser who is known for her perm,
you could adore reading and be a book worm,
you could be athletic and win at sports,
you could be the lawyer who wows all the courts.

But now is not the time for possibilty,
only certainty:

the certainty that the two people you see the most shine on you with all of love's beam,

and think you are the best
they have ever seen.

It was easy to meet you,
we could have happened
on any day of the week;
our love not knew
a hide
or
seek.

When I leave you
no sorrow in the road;
just the might
of
blue sky
unfold.

Between all the light breezes
we could meet,
the spaces where breath
breathes in joy
and be glad that this is it,
and movement now is our thing;
a magic of moment.

As we are us,
into collide;
two engines
ready for
the stars.

Prosecco echo -
On that day we had fun,
drank
and ran
with everyone;
now just fading silhouettes
making the most of the sky,
but never too tired to raise a glass to
goodbye.

Some fabulous hugs

haven't happened

for a while,

cuddles left in the cupboard

no word
heard
from smile.

But like anything that has a destination of nowhere
there's always a glimmer of wonderful that stops the rot;

the saying of hope
starting to trot.

It's not the length of the queue, it's the getting to the front in the end,
it's not the muddled blocks
it's the syncronicity of friends,
it's not the missed bus,
it's the one in the nick o' time,
it's not the clapperless bell,
it's the one with splendid chime.
It's not the laughter gone, or the last spilt drink,
it's the happy of the moment in the ones we sink;
it's not the toast that falls face down, it's the one that lands sunny side up,
it's not the day you lost, it's the day you won the cup.

In mild air
seething green recedes
at a trot
not gallop,
some splendor left
but scarcer and sought.
Fortified in fought,
still strong for days
unchanged.
Until giving way
is the way.

You know
know longer
my every move,
how unorwellian,
it's hell again.

Last summer
the fields near your house
were covered in butterflies
from the sky
to
the floor,
as the flutter of my excitment was
at your door.

There are things supposed to be on the list
to ease the journey through isolation's mist;

toilet roll,

milk,

bread,

and a assortment of crisps.

They are all secondary though,
just as long you are there with your dazzling smile and wonder it feels fine to lock all the doors and fasten the latches;
just us with splendid
as we batten down the hatches.

Your ending they are always so swift to call,

one school goes back and it's officially Fall,

pumpkin pie quick to to the oven,

a thousand witches beckon their coven.

Be slow:

they'll be more sunny hurrahs, more bright highs,

it's not gone until it's gone this summer in the sky.

And it never leaves without saying goodbye.

Although I love summer
and would happily spend
eternity
under it's clear
azure skies
I prefer the blue
that's in
your eyes.
They make me as warm
as a full flush
of
spectacular bright;
you make my days fantastic,
never let me out of your sight.

Today you look office sick,

Staying still in your swivel chair,

Turning white and pale in printed air,

Your secret dreams

You discarded,

You confidential waste,

Its never fair to feel this tired,

Alone and out of place.



So for one night lets go dancing

On those sticky floors,

Returning all the smiles,

Holding all the doors,

Cos in these hours we will make it

We’ll be far away from here,

We will never fall asleep,

We’ll never feel their fear.



The hours that your spending,

Not knowing how to pass the time,

Drawing the curtains on the sun

And never betting on the blinds,

You start looking lost down a one way street,

Forgetting how to how to laugh with love

Or what ghost to meet.



So for one night lets go dancing

On those sticky floors,

Catching all the eyes,

Opening all the doors,

Cos in these hours we will make it

We’ll be far away from here,

We will never fall asleep,

                        We’ll never feel their fear.



(Money’s a necessity, this sweet splendour’s free)



So for one night lets go dancing

On those sticky floors,

Catching all the eyes,

Opening all the doors,

In these hours we will make it

We’ll be far away from here,

We will never fall asleep,

                        We’ll never feel their fear.