My brain gives birth
To realisation
I am alone
It is painful
Yet
Strangely beautiful
Alone
I play with the thought
Turning it over
Feeling its edges
Forgiving softness
With hard reality
I am alone
The truth grows
Not black and white
Reality in shades of grey.
Alone
Far from meaning
I do not love you
But I accept
Your choice
So
Alone
I
Am
Ten thousand eyes I’ve seen today
Yet none which looked with more to say
A passing glance and nothing more
Not deep inside my soul to bore
So fading into crowded streets
I watch their passing glimpses fleet.
And so the passport goes away
Perhaps to come another day
To take me off to distant lands
There once again to hold your hand
But now I sit alone again
Know it cannot be the same
As when we walked out in the park
And held each other in the dark
Streets which rang with laughter true
Will never more be graced with you
At least not with the you I met
That you is gone her laughs are spent
For though we held in darkness tight
Each other on in to the light
That shadow which within you knew
Emerged when far away I flew
Its sickening tendrils clenched your heart
And sundered there we fell apart
No more to find that blessed place
Though always I will seek your grace
Once more the passport goes away
Perhaps to come another day
To take me off to distant lands
Where long ago I held your hand.
The river
Beckoning below
Drawing me
Into its flow
Passing judgement
On the show
Willing me
To let it go
Should I stay
I do not know
Terrible
The choices grow
Wind it whispers
Change and grow
Break out of your
Tempestuous woe
But oh to dance
To music slow
Hold her hands
Feet toe to toe
See those eyes
Begin to glow
But here I stand
Apart alone
The river
Beckoning below.
Such a debt owed
Is never repaid
To know love
And the pain of its ending
Withering silence
Suffocate under the weight
I too am guilty
I blow a kiss.
Carried on the wind
You may never feel
It grace your cheek
Or warm your lips,
Touch your soul
In dark so bleak:
It will always be,
Floating on the breeze
An eternal offering.
If ever you
Should choose to feel
It will be.
The foaming fingertips of waves
Born upon the ocean’s roar
Touching brief in peaked salute
As down they bear upon the shore
Softly ending, effortless drifting,
Begin their journey home, once more.
I try to wake up early
(But I keep on hitting snooze)
Theres nothin’ wrong with me they say
Its just my heart thats bruised.
So I’ll sink a little deeper
In these post traumatic blues,
As summer leaves start crisping,
Taking on their autumn hues.
There’s nothin’ wrong with missing,
I just wish it wasn’t true,
Each day I check the internet
For some old scrap of news.
I know we all have choices
But it’s never me you choose,
Its always been another guy
Who acts like you’re a noose.
Friends say find another lover
But its never any use
Maybe I should take note
And just cut you fucking loose,
But every time I try to break
My soul returns to you.
I wish I could just understand:
Why’d leave your tartan shoes?
Once again, within a dream,
Upon a street you’ve never seen
I saw your face and heard your voice
I took your hand (I had no choice).
There, into weary eyes I looked,
And read your story like a book,
Though sections still remain unclear,
Yet all I want; to hold you near.
Learning to love the silence 