Night

Lets

Break away

From this night of

Second chances

Where we meet,

As a river

Flowing nowhere.

Come

With your hair

Untied

Your body

Bruised

Reach me

In the only way

You know.

Greet

The day and

Hidden sounds

Of a forgotten banquet,

Swallowed tears

And ebbing mascara.

Remember

Not to tear away

From the embrace

Of fire

Or burning,

Of the lips

And eyes

Like fireflies

Dancing

In the dark.

Chasing words

I sometimes think I know, now that I'm a little old - but honestly, I think I'm still trying to learn that I shouldn't try and find poetry in everything. It's not a meal that's served in front of you, it's a chase or a hunt that must be experienced..and if need be, set free. Things that people remember may come from you but great things that you feel proud of always come to you. There's a delicate balance between resting and fleeing and as I said, I'm still trying to learn.

The Healing

No, today doesn’t die alone

Watch the withered colours run

From what the candle light has shone

Through tales of ghosts and freedom

Through touch of yore

And widened eyes of youth

That caress the fields of green

And within this forsaken shelter of little light

I laugh, and begin to breathe.

Will I find you in the tides?

At the periphery of waking?

Whisper and tame the spell of time

It is yours for the taking.

They may burn this tree down

But the roots will remain

The hope of age shall spring anew

After the falling of the rain.

And I shall follow your raindrops

Until on that cold floor, I kneel

If the sky is a wound

The moon will heal.