I have my books my records
my half written poems
I have this blue window
to look through when
I’m lonely
from this place I can see
the sun smiling
I know it will rise and fall
religiously so I ignore
its invitation
maybe I’ll feel better
in a new morning
less wounded less detached
less strange
maybe this battle in my voice
will fade into a soft belief
I search for words that will
hold you for a while
then let you slip
words like truth
like love
like the breath of a
thousand stories
like any other
untouchable thing …
Clay.M

Watching the sun
cut into a new day
everything drenched
in pale colours
clouds move with
the dead of grey
I know a place
where a velvet moon
is thrown across the
soothing sea
where the spring
mornings are endless
where there are more
flowers than tall buildings
where the ocean breeze
blows salt on our skin
where the lavender
dances with the wind
we can dream forever
escape this ordinary life
I know a place …
Clay.M

When the street lights
have gone out
and most people are asleep
all wrapped up tight in their
delicate dreaming
a fallen angel brings me
fragile and broken words
aren’t they beautiful
she whispers
don’t show them
to anyone
if you do they will see
who you really are
they will know
every little secret
that you keep hidden
in your perfect silence
they will know that
you’re one of the kind ones
the wolves will know
your weakness …
Clay.M

My mind drifts
across the sea
to the sharp edge
of the world
where the sun
sleeps peacefully
with its
splendid poetry
I search for truth
like it’s something
I can find in the
last slice of light
in between is where
the secrets lie
in between the
empty hands of time
between your life
and mine
it’s written across
the night sky
between the stars
between the dark
spaces in our mind
close your eyes
I’ll find you here …
Clay.M

I love the
sound of new
beginnings
the way it
echoes with
possibilities …
Clay.M

You left in a
search for truth
you left clean
without a trace
traveling further
into an endless
dream
your collection
of memories
exploding in a
sunburnt sky
with so many miles
between us now
I wonder how
you have changed
I hope you will
remember me when
you finally make it
to the coast
sincerely …
Clay.M

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M