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  Jan 2015 Zoë Bestel
Peter Davies
They say to have a writer
Fall in love with you
So you will never die.
But I say
Seize the love of a musician.
Someone to write you
Into colors in the air
And star-****** behind the eyelids
Of any who will listen
To the tale of you that they wrote.

Musicians, like writers,
Bring light through a fog
With their love-speak and poems.
But music-makers
Can create flowers in winter
And warmth without fire.
Their melodies dance
Over the swish of grass blades
And between the tooth-gaps of children
Whose fingers are sticky
With sweet popsicle juice
While an oil-painted scene
Is painted in your mind.

So be cherished my a musician
And hear yourself forever;
Be sung by a hundred different voices,
Danced by fairies and pretty young girls,
Costumed in dissonance,
Etched into souls.
For you can never really die
When you echo forever in the cavern
Of a good song.
Zoë Bestel Jan 2015
sometimes i wonder
if i too am flying at
counterfeit flowers
Zoë Bestel Jan 2015
porridge with syrup
duvets & long lies
crime novels, tea steam
she sleeps as the leaves die
Zoë Bestel Jan 2015
Can I decide,
Or are we chosen for this life?
Does our existence depend on purely the journey we've already taken?

Have we earned this time?
Or did our formers souls fight,
To define an outcome?
A future?
Securing a path to not get left behind?

Do we deserve this right to our human lives?
Have we waited for years amongst the shadows
For the opportunity to shine?

Or have we proven worthy
For the chance of a life time?
To fulfil our purpose, our service,
To make some sort on impact on mankind?



At the end of the road, are you happy to go?
Or are you regretting?
Still dreaming and wishing
You could go back,
Change,
See what you were missing?

But
It's too late.
You've had your chance
So you must wait
As long as it takes
To regain all that time
That you
Lost
Through your life
Because you never tried
To live.
Based on the lyrics to my song Atman.
Zoë Bestel Jan 2015
Her
every night
she dreams of her
and every time
they're together

every tear
that falls from her cheek,
in her dreams,
she saves
with her sleeve

on a stormy day
she thought she heard
a voice calling her name
on the wind

she looked out to sea
if this voice could be
who'd she hoped to meet
come to love her

not everything is as it seems
that woman was only in her dreams
now she must find her inner being
and be the someone
who she needs
and believes in

but
does she know?
does she see?
she's been everything that woman could ever be
she is who
she always wanted to meet
a poem version of my song 'nobody knows'

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