With simple trust
I hold your hand
Upon the green
Our voices silent
Naught to say
Born this day
Not of fire
But open thrown
A peaceful love
A love I’ve known
No bounds no walls
But always dear
We shall not fall
A minute of your time please, if I may?
Soon March will turn to April, turn to May,
And then it will be far too late to say
That what I want is You, right here, today.
But you are gone, I know not where you are,
I seek you in the night amongst the stars,
So long it’s been since you were in my arms;
The space you left, an ever present harm.
I see you in my dreams, such tortured sleep!
Those bitter hours when I no longer weep,
But fall into a senseless state so deep,
That morning comes and goes without a peep.
To wallow in the pity of my grief
Is easier than finding self belief.
This is somewhat of a throwaway Sonnet which fell out as I was taking notes for something else. The rhyme scheme too simple but yet a reminder of repetitive days and nights, not changing for the better.
This is the me that I try and fight every day. The one that greives for every relationship which has ended; who struggles to accept loss, who wants to write or message, to just take a moment of their time to say how much they are missed. -A-
I become a spectre.
Fade into the background
Words now white noise
I sit down on a wet bench
Waiting for you
Staring at my reflection
In the pool.
Do you see?
The way the light falls
On the roses;
They open up.
That’s the way I feel about you.
A lattice-work of snow white scars
Pale across your skin
Woven like fine lace above
Yet more complex within.
As flowers open to the light
You show them to the sun
Hoping that the lines will fade
Do not fear the scars you bare
For those that love you most
Will see them as a tapestry,
The story of the host.
Sounds so delicious
In your voice
I don’t care
If I choke
On its sweetness.