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 Feb 2016 Tony Luxton
Anna Jones
She's hoping to go back to the light soon
Spending summer nights, returning home
Ever longing, staring at the moon
The sun, stars, present time
As days stay in form
To witness the show
Of an intergalactic presentation
And with a long applause
Break their silence
At first dawn

She's hoping to go back to the light
To see her leading stars
Shine so bright
And take their chances
On a second deal of cosmic proportions
To take the hand of the dusky dancer
Who'll secretly romance her
With his many rings of ancient stones

She's hoping to go back to the light
From planet earth
Where she stands
Looking so small
Staring insignificantly
Into the Source of it all

She's hoping to go back to the light
Where it all began
To meet her maker
And create a new deal breaker
Of significant power and force

She's hoping to go back to the light
The unconditional love
That breaks through her heart
Slipping through her fingers
Sending messages from above

She's hoping to go back to the light
No more to be reborn
In physical form
But to rejoice on a higher plane
With no more trial or pain

She's hoping to go back to the light
Where clouds are no longer formed
And the sun is the only star she'll see
Where through the darkness
There's nothing endless;
Only the promise of being free.
I wrote this after a week of feeling life's tidal waves and the sense that nothing here is permanent.
 Feb 2016 Tony Luxton
Anna Jones
Sky opens
Slides down her face
Wondering, wandering
Lines of Consciousness
And reality
Somewhere between
Intention and frailty

Stay true she remembers hearing the words
But not their meaning.
Go with the flow
And your ship will come in
They told her…

There’s a truth
In the window
And smiling faces
Look back
On grey worn places

Hopeful, little
Eager to be wanted
She dances on streets
That will never run dry

She feared it might never return
That feeling of why?
Purposeful
Like bricks to cement the day
But it wasn’t in her nature to say…

There was a mystery then
A sliver of a patch
To stitch your own
In the quilt of life
They called home

Read and work
Say prayers before bed…
There’s always an answer
Except she’d never know it

Time, an old friend
Had a strange way about her
That was the thing;
She didn’t care.

Awake, she wandered, lonely
Blinded by the blur
Hoping for desolation.
Expecting a word,
Smile or reason in turn.

Except it never came.
Only the rain.
 Jan 2016 Tony Luxton
Traveler
R.I.P
David Bowie
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble
Like a flower

He sang about me
Through out my life
I was that
Young American
In those
Golden years
Going through
Changes

I'm never gonna
Fall for Modern Love
It walks beside me
It walks on by
Gets me to the church on time
No confession
No religion
I don't believe in modern love

His word told my story
We pass upon those stairs
Spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
This Man Who Sold The World

Rebel Rebel
How could they know
Hot ***** I love you so
Sitting in a tin can
Far above the worlds
Planet earth is blue
And this time it's you
My kindred spirit
Traveling on ahead
Ziggy played guitar
And drew my tears
As we sway through the crowd
To an empty space
Under the moon light
The beautiful moon light
I'll miss you friend...
 Jan 2016 Tony Luxton
Anna Jones
Dancing under digits
Spacing between words
I count them all
Each syllable
Once, twice, I heard them dancing in my mind

Floating, instant reality
Bringing distance
Separating elements
From pen to page
You sing in colour
Yet speak so beige

Words, what do they mean?
Sailing through an infinite horizon
Your thoughts like waves
Shattering a tranquil line

Logical
Emotional
Trying to entwine
Encapsulating a memory
That will never be mine.
Written at the Halton Poetry Writing Group - 12th Nov 2015.
 Jan 2016 Tony Luxton
Anna Jones
I am the sky
That's forever falling
I am the plant
My seeds are sprouting
Basking in her summer sun
Taking in her splendour
Oh, how she comes undone

I see the day
Twinkling at the night
Feeling her endless distance
A constant companion
Urging her to shine so bright

Starlings
Bury and swoop
Upon the horizons
Making meaning
For the senses
Sea licking salt;
She yearns for that
No pretenses

There will come a time
When she no longer questions
Or calculates good intentions
Her arms grasping out
To nurture earth
From up above
A heavenly birth
Will fall and rain
A billion drops
Of inspiration

Smiles
Tiny shards of light
Radiating her true reflection
Like simple words on a page
Reaching a familiar end
Scribbling
Screaming for release.
The writing comes in waves.
*Hello, old friend...
Your hands are dipped in crimson blood
you say there is no stain.
You're covered in the sores of death
you say there is no pain.
You're fitted with a millstone
you say there is no strain.
Your house is filled with mirrors
you say you are not vain.
You look like you're from Auschwitz
you say you only gain.
Your bed is made with razor wire
you say you have not lain.
The wood is full of splinters
you say there is no grain.
You're living in the depths of hell
you say you're

HOME AGAIN.


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