I didn't go searching for them, I fell into your lovely lips
I want to drink up your beauty, in ten thousand tiny sips
I need to taste the thrilled confusion of a fleet of sinking ships
I do what I must to steal what I can of it, your beauty's not for sale.
I double over with the pleasure of it. This neverending bliss cannot fail.
I never had a chance after that first serendipitous kiss, you blessed me with.
You always make magnets of my eyes, and graceful dancers of my fingertips.
You are all I need to survive, I could thrive in any climate, nothing else matters, except
You there, beside me, your beauty always with me,
sparing sweet sips from your serendipitous lips.
This is the only thing that can quench my thirst.
Loveliness like yours, only comes along once in a long while.
To me you are the closest thing, to perfection I know.
Then again...what do I know?



A Burns, 2012

She sailed away with her cargo of dreams
to the paradise of her mind.
Some called her creative,
and others crazy.
She claimed it was neither,
She called herself happy.

But she soon sailed on a sea of tears
in the world outside her mind.
She may be strong but her skin is thin
as she floats on a raft made of her own fears.
For the only time she can get away is when she lays in her bed,
with the stars above and the sea evaporating away,
she can finally be happy in the dreams of her head.

In an open field under the waning moon,
Your lungs inflate as they form themselves
A body, gossamer and golden skinned,
Weaving in and out of the tapestry of the evening sky.  

On the ground, under their golden light.
I see it float along the horizon.
In my beating heart, I felt light
As my lifting thoughts become a brilliant body
If only for a moment,
As it dances a midnight waltz among
The company of the paper stars.

Gazing out of the glass window
in a home
that's finally, mine.

Peace at last;
creeping in,
slowly but inexorably,
longed for, in time
which made my bones ache,
with weariness.

All mine, all mine.

A dream of solitude,
of life which is full
of new and old possibilities.

All mine, all mine.

Happiness,
in all its glory,
brief but savoured,
for all the pleasure
that can be had.

Content, yes I am.

Free, to feel,
the ache of new love,
to laugh, to run
across a heath,
heady is this taste
of freedom.

Ached for, longed for.

Those dark days
are over, are done.
Here I stand.
The wind in my face.
Looking forward,glancing behind.
This rain of joy,
slamming in as I turn

to run, run, run.

These bright days of summer.
This heated sun in my heart.
The warmth in my soul.
as I shine, I glow.

Happy, I am happy.