If my heart was not a poem

How the thought of your warmth
warms my bones,
though it is
only a dream.

Were it real …

Choral echoes reach deep
as clouds allow the blue to peep
where rain
such cold rain
once ruled the skies.

These choral echoes
float along
as memory
to raise the dead
and bring about the warmth
of your smile.

If my heart was not a poem
written
but a poem touched,
the seed of your life
through this soul’s soil
would blossom.

Were it real …

This bright new day

This bright new day
intercepts my mood
blinds my eye
breaks my soul

for I am easily broken
blinded and caught

This roving kiss
heats my blood
takes my breath
licks my skin

for I am easily lost
warmed and feathered

Your gentle heart
fills my echo
soothes my soul
tastes my tears

for I am easily broken
lost and yours.

Jewel

Reflected heart
your beat, shifted
to a new tune

Unreachable jewel
“Thou liest!”

For when you shone your
soul upon me
I, reached out
only to find
the crown empty
the skies grey
and my heart
bereft.

I care not

There are more jewels in a river
of solitudes
so fear not, I say, fear not
for the sun shines in each raindrop
and each raindrop
nourishes

 

Invisible

invisible
to you

the busy
and the naked

the slow
and the silent

the impossible
and the blind

invisible
to me

Reveal soul
reveal and break through
open that vein of solitude
and see
you and
me

busy
slow
impossible

naked
silent

and blind

Break through
and see

Guardian angel, soul, spirit or ?

This morning I was quite late getting up for work (luckily I made it in time), my alarm goes off at 4am then 4.05 and 4.10. Generally I get up on the last alarm but this morning I fell asleep again and slept till 4.40! and I have to be in at 5 :-/

Now, what made me wake at 4.40 and not sleep till 6 or later (ah what a thought!)? As I get up every work day at 4.10 it is ingrained in my body clock to naturally wake but not this morning and as I have been quite tired these past weeks I reckon my clock thought it would give me a rest.

Anyhow, the reason for this rather strange blog post is that this morning at 4.40 I woke, not by my own body clock but by a voice somewhere in my mind.

It was a lady’s voice and it said “Martin, come on Martin.”

I was puzzled but dashed out of bed, said thank you to whoever it was, and so the day began.

What I want to know is, where did the voice come from and who was it?

On the way to work I noticed it was a full moon and sometimes these full moons do affect me which was probably the reason I overslept. But doubtful it was the moon speaking!

So who was it?

I have heard my name called before in my mind but that was while I was awake and as a rule I don’t hear anything (or see anything) in my mind anyhow so I’m perplexed but thankful for a “friend”.