Stop waiting on the stars
To open your dreams
Let light be
The source of
All your themes
Hide not behind
The moon
Letting lies
Be your doom
Open the letter
Life is just a
Postcard away
No postage due
Sunshine's still free

Trembling leaves stand out,
Yellow amongst the green-

First to expire in heat,
They tremble and fall
Decondensed,
Brittle dry harbingers

Of an early Autumn,
Chill borne on North
Sea breeze

This sunny Summer morn

to lie on the warm sand at twilight
ripples of fleeting light
across a calm sea.

You called it love, then cut me open. Said it didn't hurt just a plastic knife.

But I loved you, so I didn't flinch. And that's why I still bleed.