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
Beyond the window
a stillness oozes
from leaf to leaf
in a slow porridge of time
The only movement
a passing dart of wing
on its way home
If only the sun
would infuse me
with some of itself
so I could see
the pace of time
the stretch of light
its soul of dark
our fragile flight
This, time
how it rips through our lives
how the past is wrenched away
how the future teases
and how,
now is but a blink
a moment to forget
When there is love in your heart
there is also strength
where there is a strength
there is also weakness
where there is a weakness
there is also time
for love
I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.
The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale
Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules
Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines
Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise
I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why
ancient bones die.
I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder
where ancient bones sigh.
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
