I came as I,
Always believing in myself.
I got married,
And became We,
We built a home,
Had a boy and girl,
We became us.
Us had a story,
With many chapters
Some with sad and some with happy memories.
16/11/2023

I am smoke from a discarded cigarette.
I am a dogeared page in an obscure novel.
I am rain on the ocean.

I want to be a sunbeam dancing in a glass of pink lemonade.
I want to be a tall pine's love whisper to the silvery moon.
I want to be a baby's first smile.

I am the dark side of the moon.
I am a blank cartridge.
I am a penny on a train track, waiting.

I want to be yeast bread rising in a warm place.
I want to be newly poured concrete growing firm.
I want to be a toddler's prayer.

I am a schoolyard after recess.
I am a Saturday matinee.
I am mist dying in the mourning sun.
                    

flames far away set light to the horizon
every year we dance around each solstice
and close by a star caresses your skin.

Missiles streaking down
Devils raining from the skies
Corpses all around

the clouds waiting as you
say
there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff
becomes fact
a place one can recognise