The day scratches
It’s abrasive minutes tick
Away the harsh sunlight
To reveal a muddy night

My head itches
Scurrying feet in the attic
Thoughts that nip and bite
They say I won’t sleep tonight

Harsh are lies
They can’t be cast aside
And sorry is buried in heavy sand
I can’t dig out with bucket and *****

So many why’s
But the answers are wrapped in pride
Maybe tomorrow I will take your hand
Show I’m brave, not afraid

Morning is broken
A lifetime almost done
A red bloated sun begins to rise
Its body fills the cloudless skies
Carrying the weight of its years
Unable to show sadness, cries no tears

It was there at beginning
When it was a new shiny, sparkling thing
Witnessing a floating rock spark to life
Then fill with seas, forests and wildlife
Eons of watching the little human things
Through winters, summers, autumns and springs

It had been loved, adored
Worshiped by a constant changing human horde
But many years have now passed by
It’s no longer looked at with a welcoming eye
Life had faded away under its growing, killing rays
Now it lights up a world filled with silent days

It can feel the weighted load
Only minutes away from the explode
But what a show, it will play to the crowd
It will go with a bang so thunderous loud
And the light will be seen galaxies away
So they will know this star had its day

Stardust
April showers
I bathe in the universe
And I feel the life begun
Born from
Stardust

Tis past the season of love and cheer
Where toasts were made with wine and beer
Sad Christmas trees are stripped of glitter
And unwanted presents are displayed on twitter

Time to turn off the festive telly
Review a Christmas inflated belly
New year party celebrations
End with a list of resolutions

First day of the year, ready to go
Gym joined, going to be a boxing pro
But ten minutes in, I’m in a heap
The floor feels comfy, so I take a sleep
Okay so boxing isn’t my thing
So on to resolution No2. Learn to sing

I join the local choir, looking to go solo
But they say I sing like someone called Greta Garbo
Okay so singing isn’t my style
So onto No3, going to ice skate, freestyle
Saved the best for last, this is for me
Used to skate when I was a kid, what glee

I am nearly the star that shines
Look at my turns, how clean my lines
Ready for the leap, two and half twist, here I go
But the resulting belly flop earns a score of zero
Okay so ice skating is for the younger scene
So, onto resolution No4, Cut out caffeine

Okay, day one I’m climbing the walls
The dog is dodging flying *****
Heads pounding like hangover king
Has it really only been one hour in?
That’s enough to prove the point, Kettles on
Expresso in the cup. Resolutions done.

Let’s start at the end
It should be perfect
But
It fell
From the world
It breaks
But
Love is a fragile thing
We’ve reached the beginning

I am treading water between the islands
She is locked in her private paradise
While a swim against the current
Words ripple to her shore
But she blows against the tide
Fighting an internal changing tempest

She used to swim with me in harmony
Synchronist in stroke
But she says I am making waves
Blocking her leap into the fresh air
She can’t see that she is like me
Who also wants to feel the open water

I know the struggle she is fighting
The urge to fly and the pull to stay
I have travelled the route she is going
And I want to guide her on her way
But she thinks I am making waves
Blocking her leap into fresh air

I watch from the shallows
As she heads into the deep blue
She strikes out strong and true, then turns
I know she feels the pull
And I smile as only a mother can do
Watching as she takes her first leap