Fresh coffee brewed, sits cooling by my feet
(But unlike you I still won’t take it sweet)
As slow sad Country fills the morning air;
Unwritten songs of loves I wished to share.
Fresh tears now flow as music in me seeps,
Can’t shake these troubled memories of sleep;
For though its been so long since last we spoke
Still dreaming of your voice my waking chokes.
Dream-drowning in dark waters, wide and deep,
You pulled me out and set me on my feet:
Fresh silken pleats you’d woven in your hair
Entwined my heart, a noose I cannot tear.
Reality will not resume this week
For nothing here can give me what I seek.
With misty eyes recount the radiant hues
Of autumn, with the help of gloried muse.
That glow across the lofty mountain side,
The auburn touching somewhere deep inside.
While in the city, on these hardened streets,
Reluctant urban dwellers gently weep.
For all we see around is shitty brown,
As leaves upon the rain soaked kerbs fall down.
A coarse cacophony of blowers starts,
Tears through all thoughts of love from tender hearts.
If only we could hear the mountain wind,
Instead of this counfounded awful din!
Oh Autumn, of such radiant glowing hues,
I’d bin this city life for shades of you.
I sit in silence, waiting to be read;
Longing for gentle lips to speak my words,
Yet more that spirit might delve in my head:
Extract elixirs which themselves need heard.
Soft now your footsteps wandering my mind.
What, browsing through my volumes, do you seek?
In asking of the keeper you may find,
But revelation may just leave you weak.
Pages a testament to love which was,
An ode to what the fates themselves arrayed,
For in my living now I still feel loss:
My memories like open wounds displayed.
Do you recall how freely my heart bled,
When with your silence you cut through the thread?
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-
From night which holds a stillness steeped in calm
Still warmed by embers of a gentle fire
In blankets’ soft embrace within your arms
As light grows in the west with day’s desire.
Gently to wake in warmth of tender dawn
To birdsong from the lofty boughs above
Lifts spirits with a lilting tune of morn
As sweetest dew traps light within its glove.
To walk outside upon the verdant grass
Barefoot amidst the crocus flowers deep
Let nature’s freshness kiss your toes at last
With sense awakened now prepare to leap.
No more to sleep, unless a pleasant dream,
Alive to life and so much more to be.