Sitting here
looking at you
taking you in
trying
with all my heart
to connect
to understand
to feel your pain
But, there is no need
you’ve been here
a long, long time
and your pain
has always been with you
because
pain birthed you
and you turn it
into something beautiful
how this time
this, impossible feeling of
distance
I feel such a longing for
longevity
yet at the same time
I feel its breath
begin to cremate
and I feel, also
her kisses
kissing me to feel
the distance
for it is such a distance
where the language of sorrow
echoes along the path
from the fires
those joyful fires,
breathing
breathing
their pleasured pain
The discovery of you is an illusion
The finding
where you rest before the sunrise
as darkness
a shadow yet to be
heated
mist evaporates from you
from my eyes
to reveal
your exquisite rise and fall
inhale, exhale
and there, you see
is where blindness strikes me
for as you smile
you remove the sun
which shatters the magic
I walk away
to my own falling, failing
as a glance behind
sees flowers growing at your feet
sunrise kissing your hair
a heartbeat
an apprehensive, step
a breathing
of pain
a mirage
never to be kissed
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the moisture of your thoughts
as you sit in fear and contemplation
of that outside, that battle fought
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your moments of regret
as you stand alone by your window
watching reflections of eyes so wet
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel your heart beat ancient blood
as you sit in time and anticipation
of that outside, that wretched hood
The universe can feel you breathing
can feel the softness of your soul
as you stand alone in solitude’s air
watching waiting for someone to hold
The universe can feel your pain
can feel your sadness deep and true
and as you stand without foundation
breathe and feel the universe in you
A rich cup of tea
sits beside me
the teabag turning the water red
almost as if it can feel the pain in my arm
where the vampyre puntcured me like an old tyre
spawned bruises
memories
history
time
honey makes a difference
it sweetens the ache
allows me to dream
of continuance
of course there is always time
always time to breathe
even if that breathing is tight
tingly and cold
and that’s when it hits me
I’m watching the rain
listening to the patterings
seeing the grey morning clouds stir
hearing the moans of a thousand souls in the wind
feeling the silence of her tears
of her tears
longing to evaporate into joy
but on this cold cold day
she can do nothing but cry
and I can do nothing
but think of continuance
and climbing that hill
hoping I can still breathe when I reach the top
of course there is always time
to breathe
and if not her tears will fall
to evporate into joy
and I shall join the wind chorus
although you won’t like my song.
We struggle through our time
we see so much of the things we’d rather not see
we look upon each moment with a feeling of fear
and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
and with feeling, feeling
with feeling we strike at the heart of fear
and see that its blood, its soul
struggles just like us
for things to survive
even that pretty little flower
there has to be a struggle
Life, you see, isn’t so easy
it takes so much effort for it to be,
look at the chick breaking through the shell
Look at a baby pushing its way out
and listen to the mother and just feel her effort
and hear that cry, that primal scream from those tiny lungs
Why do we make it such a struggle
do we forget our first call while still covered in life’s blood
all that effort we made to live
only for us to live in fear of our neighbours
and yet, here we are
living and loving through our time
seeing and making things we love
with feeling, feeling …
A Gap In The Clouds 