Every night I am here
In this quiet darkness,
Reaching out for you.

And you move into me
Like water
Like moonlight
Like gentle things that never force
Or abuse.

How strong and beautiful
Is your love for me,
As if I have never been used,
Like fire to the wreckage
I have been through,
Steadily erasing these wounds
Like new meadows
Across decimated bones;
The scorched forests of
My soul.

We are building something lush
And beautiful,
With the strength of red woods and
The eternity of the sea,

Something as real as our children's Laughter echoing across the sands
Of this sun-soaked beach.

There is nothing but hope
As far as I can see
And your brave vulnerability;
Your unfaltering belief in me
And all that I am, and was,
And could be.

Wesley, I will love you forever and I
Will hold your heart in my hands,
And I will hold you together

In the same way
That you hold me
Like the rarest treasure.

Every day I can feel

The way that we will

Forever

Heal

Each other.

Detachment
Is the ultimate form of ecstasy,
Or so it is said.
To cut loose the veins that thread
From eye to heart and hand
From child to father
Through plots of earth
Across memories
And gardens
And cities
And lands

To exist alone
An island
Strong
And eternal.

Tied only to the whims of
God.

But my love,

I cannot

I cannot

I cannot

Here in the gently,
Drifting dark
I cannot feel where my breath ends,
And yours,

It starts.

You have fed my soul like music

And I will starve without you.

Ever since I've met you,
the more time I spend with you,
the more I feel I've become more like you
and I could not be happier.

Born in the fifties I was lucky to have offline parents,
We had no mobiles or T.V.,
Mum would be there for us if we came back from school,
Not Engrossed on WhatsApp, Facebook or Twitter.
We never ordered food,  
We always had hot homemade food,
Even the savouries and sweet snacks were made at home.
In the evenings families and friends would gather at our place,
There would be talk about world events, everyday happenings and juicy gossip,
Sometimes somebody would tell stories,
And we all listened attentively.
During those offline days life was simple,
Parents did not stop with one or two child,
There was closeness and togetherness in a family.
Most importantly offline Mum was the best,
She had time for us.

~
Storms make grey the sea
And erode the surface of the shore

Cold resentful icebergs
Outside my window
A field of sinking liquid caskets
Closing in on me

I hear the sound
Of toy pianos underwater
Remnants of their music keep
Washing up on achromatic beaches

Songs that made love shine
Have fallen into shipwreck
A missing charter's rusted hull
Casts the one color heaven allows

Storms make grey the sea
And erode the stages of the sun
~

You live, you breathe,
you laugh and don't even know
that you are all my
love, hope and inspiration
all at once.
Do you even remember this face
and what it was
to be as one?
Every heartbeat still beats for you,
for you are my blood,
my soul and my own.