Just like so many other things about you that didn’t make any sense, but made me smile deeply, ‘breakfast food for dinner’ is one I love. I just didn’t think you meant muesli.
Tag: past
A Debt
Such a debt owed
Is never repaid
To know love
And the pain of its ending
The circle completes
Silence turns luminescent
All becomes nothing
Lunch in the park
Softly settling into gentle realisation,
Nothing more matters.
A moment shared lives eternal in itself;
Nothing more is needed.
Among friends
The fire cracks in the homely hearth
As memories and stories flow,
Recounting each our winding path;
Long years and days divide, we know,
Yet always we return at last
To ties which bound us long ago,
The memories of childhood past:
Of winter games amidst the snow.
When in some autumn year we meet,
And talk again of years before,
Will we in memories repeat
These patterns which the flames restore?
Of cherry whisky, tartan pleats,
Bad music choices fast deplored,
The plans which may yet come to be
And those that by the wayside fall.
If I should drift across the sea
Sharp memories of this may fade,
But always something here will be
That will not wane with groaning age;
A lifetime built of memories
The sum of which I’ll gladly pay
Whether my life shall set me free
Or drag me to an early grave.
Dreams
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.
A demon walks
Just behind me
Out of sight
In the dark
Haunting footsteps echo
Shadows of dreams
Linger in memory
I feel him
Edging ever closer
His power grows
Learning to love the silence 