Snow baked fun,
I found you in a storm
You'd already had all your adventures
But you showed me the pictures

The fun has long since ended
But I found your journal
You'd written down everything you'd ever seen
You were telling me how you wanted the world to be

You don't have blue eyes
And neither do I
But you still asked me about the world under my skies
And my answers were just as poetic as your photo album

I have a lot more to see in this life
And while the storm still rages
And the fog lays low
I know I'll see that rainbow about which you wrote

And I know the beauty will one day shine through
Past the evil and all the sorrow
And as the snow melts and the clouds part
The sun'll come out...

Welcome to the party
In this strange, mixed up world
We're bursting with anxiety and ecstasy
Leading lives of curiosity and boredom
The everyday alongside the exceptional
Eating pasta straight from the pan
Next to your friend
Who's having heart palpitations
While googling rare medical conditions.

The kitchen is full of chatter
I can hear their giggles and shouts
As I watch the bystanders
On the outside
I don't think they want to come in
Just carefully watching
And the girl with anorexia
Her only *** is collecting dust
In her open cupboard.

Now in the halls come the swathes of people
Phones out, books in hands
Not all of them are laughing;
Their coffees clutched close
But the mindless chatter floats above
My heart fluttering
As the day of judgement approaches
Wearing heavy shoes for heavy footsteps
And opens the door.

The wind rustles through the park
As leaves, orange; brown, fall from their branches
Businessmen sit amongst the nature
Eating their packed lunches
While dogs play in the leaves
Their owners weaving in and out of bushes
And everybody pretends
They're not staring at the man
Doing meditation in the middle of the green.

Welcome to the party,
I bet you never thought it would be like this
Take the clutter from your brain
And throw it up there:
Can you see the tangled net above your head?
They came here to have fun
And it's turning sour now
There's no air left in here
And no one knows how to open that door.

A line crosses the sky
Horizon to horizon
I count the seconds
Before it fades into the big blue.

Dappled sun shines down from heaven
Through leaves reaching up from their branches,
Burning in a light
Stronger than man.

Sweat trickles down
Like honey; thick
It marks my skin;
Golden, sweet, sticky.

Early evening heatwave,
Late afternoon sun
A fresh breeze sweeps away yesterday
While tomorrow has already gone...

I can't help thinking
Back to when we were something
All those years ago.
I should still be angry
But my heart feels sad
And my brain made a pathway to you.

I don't know if you remember too
When, as a young sixteen year old
I asked something of you.
The clause was played out as a hypothetical;
I was prepared for us not to last
Though it still hurt when you finally did let me down.

It was a small thing I asked of you;
As a child still, everything seemed so big,
It still does.
I am ready, I am where I want to be,
But I do feel a bit lonely
So let me ask again...

I know we messed around a lot
And you said things I don't want to forgive
It was intense, almost too much.
But it was solace
It was comfort
So please, would you come see me?