Time threads her necklace patiently,
Choosing carefully the colour and shape of our experiences,
Here, a tumbled quartz - luminous and rosy,
There, shards of darkest onyx - tragic and uncompromising,
Every now and again, a perfect sphere of sacred turquoise to mark a special occasion.

Finally, satisfied with her handiwork Time ties off the strand,
And weaves the precious metal of our dreams - unrealised - into an intricate clasp,
As she places the memento around her bejewelled neck she sighs to herself and whispers:
‘Such promise, such pain, such beauty, such loss; I will treasure you always.’
Then reaching for her spool of silver thread, she begins again to thread her golden needle.

My galloping love
Untamed to these treacherous hills
Steady the unraveling nerves
That fall like petals
From these outstetched stems
You once relied on

Emotions culminate atop this crest
To the enjoyment of the howling wind
Brushing cascades to the north
I feel your presence crashing into me
Like the carless crescendo
Exciting
My broken heart

Your smile dances around my head
As a sultry chasse
inviting memories abound

Of the prancing *******
Beneath our swimming souls
And our warm blooded bodies
Falling in love
Like a tender tompé into my arms

I can feel your touch
A subtle
Yet electric brush of comfort
As the pouring rain smears around me
Casting clouds into shadows
Like your hiding just out of sight

No matter the distance traveled
Or the places you call home
I will always be holding your hand
To mend a bond gone aloft
But not forgotten

Until the sun and moon
Forget how to play
I will cherish what we shared
With a key around my neck
To our locket of love
And everlasting friendship


For you

'Neath the waves a wonder grows
with delicate hues of blue and green,
the beauty of the turquoise rose
a secret flower still and serene.

Visited only by the Siren Ula,
with a song so crystal and clean,
and the graceful Mermaid of the sea,
whom the shells all call Nerine.

But away they went to follow a dream,
and now the rose is seldom seen,
its bloom failing and aching to die,
the petals floating away to the sky,
and 'neath the waves no longer grows
the delicate beauty of the turquoise rose.


© Pagan Paul (17/03/18)

Turquoise eyes, wake up
Break this dawn with your vengeance
Swoon another soul