The circle-cycle sings its song
Where now the strength to carry on?

To do the things your love revealed
Before the truth became too real
And stories told unravelled fast
Leaving clouded shades of past.

I take my place upon the stage
No longer searching for your gaze,
There find the strength to carry on;
The circle-cycle song is sung.

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Through the keyhole

You push my never wandring eye
Up to the keyhole of your life
I cannot help a wistful cry
Know I no longer fit inside
Here one more time such worlds espy
Allowing reminisent mind
To taste again that sweet delight
Cross vast horizons’ azure skies
The echoes of your radiant smiles
Beheld in flicker-flames so bright
Your sweetest kiss on lips alight
Soft sinking into velvet night
My heart remains in dreams alive
I blow a kiss toward your light

Memory boxing

Collected things
To share
Heaped
Like memories
On sideboards
Awaiting eyes
Alighting

Would fallen leaf
Its twirling stem
Twixt slender fingers
Hide smiles
Seen in eyes
A masquerade
Disguse

Dust whispers
Collecting on cobwebs

To burn
And dance in flames
Yet even there
In fires glow
Of memory
Your smiling kiss
Bestowed
The burning leaf
Would show

Dream therapy

I dreamed of you again, yet this time it was not you.

I walked through the ground floor of Queen Margaret’s hospital, a place I havent been for years, talking on the phone.
The line went dead.
Frustrating though it was, it was not a conversation I was engaged with.
I looked out of the ground floor window at the grass.
Why I was there I do not know.

My phone rings
I look down
Your name
Staring back
Hands shake
I answer
Hello?
No sound
Then crackles
Your mother
My heart
Breaks
Is that you
Yes its me
(I get her name wrong as always)
She
I
The line
Or her voice
Cracks
She
I

My heart beating like a drum wrenches me from sleep and I am faced with the realisation that this is not true, that call never came, but you vanished just as completely.

What happened?

Sudden
Heart crack
Sadness
It flows
Unsure
Not blessed
With truth
To know

Did you
Beneath
The boughs
Now go
His hand
Instead
You choose
To hold

Or fall
In leaves
No more
To breathe
Your words
With love
On earth
Below

I touch
Hearts held
Still near
My own
No fear
They hold
Yet stength
Is flown

Gulp air
To breathe
But none
Will swell
I drown
In waves
On street
Alone