I want you
And I know for now
You are nothing more than a dream
A spirit
An idea
I gift myself the imagination of our future
You are the letters that become this poem
And I throw all the dictionaries in a fire and name you my language

Like the tears of a prisoner at night
I miss you in private
Behind closed doors
And shut eyelids
I miss you like the dreams of the poor
That never go further than the roof of my house
It's been years
And my sounds have been silenced
Like a radio left on
Whilst you sleep
They think I have forgotten you
Like the death of a bird
Or a flower in the snow
But only I know
Of the void between my words
And the coldness of my fingertips

Give me a son with your soft heart
Or even your patience.
Give our children your wild curly hair
Or your open hearted smile.
So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all of the reasons why I loved you.

while i was in my garden i heard a bluebell ring
followed by a robin and he began to sing

a little song of love that he sang to me
sitting on branch on my willow tree

the bluebells they were ringing
to join in with his song
every bell in tune has they rang along

it was very beautiful as lovely as can be
it made feel so happy and i felt so free.