A simple kiss from you
Even from faraways
Make me smile for days

Off lone island bay,
Outlander waves are praying,
Curly in their white caps.

Cars and lorries are creeping
Into a village still sleeping,
Coming in from nowhere.

Stones have things to voice,
There are stars of rock fish
Deep in bays with the moon.

Beyond night dream are lochs,
Darks and colds of longings,
Mountains old as confusion.

Birds chime their mouth musics,
Churlishly sent over moorlands,
All questions ring unanswered.

On broke beaches are notions
Of days strung to faraways
And sands bleached ancestral.

Off lone island bay,
Simple comings, waves, goings,
After sly moon, sun has its say.

Rain comes down,
Heavy as ache, wet as blood,
Makes dirt sound
That shatters ground and mood
Drumming onto leaves.

Rain scabs earth,
Murky as love, dark as wound,
Sprinkles the cold
Forest that smokes out light,
Sun smothers into moon.

Rain races down,
No things seem to matter much,
Creatures disembodied
Come and go in lazy rushes
Even heart withholds.

Rain cleanses not
And there is no sky these days
For flights so empty,
Lost in the faraways of nows,
Sun blots away by moon.

Under the hum of streetlights, bicycle flutters gather,
the sheer grey range reconstitutes as starless black.

From the faraways and thoroughfares voices wail, near
and distant, chatters of sirens rattle through night black.

Through park lands peach blossoms twirl, and twirl,
even here the pine winds chant can be heard.

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Hedges in dimensions perfect mark path edges,
flower beds in colours calculated rest in immaculate squares.

Gusts from four corners trail blossoms in ten directions,
iron shears cannot cut the pine wind.

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Grey monoliths transform into black sentinels,
flutters of bicycles seek out the shop fronts,

radiant weaves of neon chatter bright,
the night tie just rolls, and rolls.

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I want to steal away
To Bermuda,
When the sea is calm,
Like Miranda,
See a brave new world
And not be lost
Without touch, here now,
Nearest to you,
The gulls they travel far,
With they I will go,
Fly beyond the outer isles,
Sail over seas,
I do not like being dizzy,
Clumsy tongued
Nor looking up to eyes
That sun tease
To tears of rain I shed,
On white sands
That true stretch faraways
Yet bring me back
My breath is exhausted
Each hour is heavy
Your raven hair on beach
Of Skye, the white
And the black thick strands
Are too much for me
I must leave- us, one day,
Steal away to the pink
Sands of coral fair Bermuda
And be as Miranda
And so, with peace I will be
In a brave new world.

What if I fell in love with You—
In the Middle of my Sleep—
A Wife beloved and proudly Husband too,
as We should Ought to be—

Some Favours given, Deeds performed,
Not again in mutual Dream—
The branching Faraways begin to Mourn—
if We should Never meet.

her eyes would go
to all sorts of faraways
body, mind and soul disconnected
yet merged into the perfect embodiment
breathing in a world filled with plastic and insincerity
behold are her hands that work wonders and as her words of pure,
she is the clearest vast of ocean and slate you will ever come across to witness

a flower amongst a field of defiled individuals
she is, if not, the closest to perfect

(n.j.)

I thought you were forever.
Not gonna leave whatsoever.
Neither I nor you knew,
that our fate held something new.

Now you are gone faraways,
leaving after all the heaviness that weighs.
At the moment, it's just me, my memories, my loneliness,
and the nights which had you,
but now are sleepless.