love always had four letters
until i heard your name
and suddenly it became five

a colour i've never felt before
staining the very fingers i use to
write love letters and tuck
little hairs away

like the oceans of which it shares its hue
it came crashing into me
it came crashing through me
it came crashing past me
and into my heart
where you claimed your place
as quick as the morning dew
leaves after the rising of the sun

and i felt safe like i have
never been
i felt safe in these waves
though i've never known
how to swim
felt safe as the tide overcame
the beatings of my heart
even if it had never been this way before

what is this?
who are you?
what have you done to me?
questions i've asked the moon (but not yet you)
looking for the answers in the creases of your eyes
but maybe you'll save them for another day
a time when you'll know too

I write because I hurt,
I write because
I'd rather not bleed.
                                                                                          Jon York    2019

For in her eyes
lie solemn cries
Irises of icey blue

With in her mind
You will find
Voices playing tunes

First, they sing
Last, they sting
Screaming, screaming
Hear them ring

They tell her lies and sprinkle truth
They lure her soul into the blue

Can you see her eyes
How they truly cry
Irises of icey white

Can you find
With in her mind
The answers of the night