Death and rebirth

To create we must destroy
To grow we sometimes must endure loss.
In the last three hundred and sixty four days
I have lost and gained more
than in the last forty two years.
It's fitting that tonight 
I'm the loneliest I've ever been.

The Next Day

The next day.
The following day.
The day after.
Always a page to turn,
a new paragraph to read,
a new chapter to start.
A new book in the series.
The pages are a constant.
The print on the paper is a constant.
Opening our eyes the next morning is a constant.
Our first breath before we speak is a constant.
There’s always a carriage.
The waves need the ocean.
The tides need the moon.
Our feelings need the voice.
Our soul needs the heart.
A kiss needs a recipient
An embrace needs a body
People need each other.

Less Is More

A long time ago
I would've wondered
"what does this mean?"
I guess time away
has made me feel safer
knowing that less is more.
Too many questions
can be a burden
but living in the moment
can be an open road.
 

Daydreams from a Blue Screen

Sick of the scrolling
pausing at you every time.
Pondering the feel of your dark mane
spilling through my fingers.
My eyes pour at your waist and hips
nestled inside my right arm as we walk.
Your merlot fingernails brushing
the side of my neck as I inhale
a faint sweetness on your skin.
Sick of typing and not seeing
your eyes absorbing my words,
trapped, waiting for your thoughts
to appear in a new blue bubble,
that in my dreams I hear whispered,
languidly with warm breath into my ear
as your head rests on my shoulder.
Sick of sitting, imagining the quiet stare
the ice in our drinks melting between us
Then I snap awake from my reverie
seeking more pixellated details,
dreaming about your laughter
echoing onto the footpath infront of us
as again I scroll on...

Honesty

I can feel myself
getting uncomfortable.
Now you know things.
I've rolled my sleeve up,
showed you some scar tissue.
Can you handle
what I have to give?
Are you ready
for the real thing?
To go beyond 
'just the idea'?

The Magical Ram

In just a short moment
you've crawled underneath
In just a few short hours
you've slipped through 
and exposed me.
Your vulnerability 
is my vulnerability
Your thoughts
are my thoughts
Every sentence you say
matches the beat of my heart
I feel your voice traveling 
right through my soul
My eyes want to spill
as I hand you the keys
I'm defenceless now,
open, waiting...

Circle of lights

A long time ago
I loved you with my all heart and soul
The years have passed and gently dulled it
into a memory with faint colourless echoes.
Instead of pain I feel thanks:
our crossing provided an opportunity,
a chance for me to look deeper into the mirror,
to grasp who I am, who I was meant to become,
and to begin to write a new chapter
with new characters and dreams.
Once a dark dead space lay lifeless,
and is now bathed with light, colours and a heart of fullness.
The glorious cycle of life from death is complete,
and only one certain thing lies beyond: 
anything I wish for to be or to not to be.