Like eels my thoughts shimmer under the veil of the river’s water. They seem almost silver as if light danced on them but only skin deep. They glint luminous until eventually caught and served on the platter of a page where they transform into dark grey shadows and a most unappetising slime.
The Silence of Love
If there is ever a sound that captures love in all its glory,
It must be the sound the heart makes when it misses a beat;
Like that momentary stillness that night breathes across the city,
Like the rolling of relief over the aching body – warm or cool, soothing,
Like a mother’s embrace in the mind of a child,
Like the memory conjured by a smell, unintentional temporal transportation,
Like the passing of an obscure summer’s day, hazy comfort dripped lazy,
Like the time when paranoia, pressure and anticipation converge in absence,
And the sound is all around
Love, love, love…
Silence is the sound,
Silence is our love, it is the missed beat
And those that would be together
Willed and strained, bound, entwined,
Turn in a simultaneous effort
In sleep, to the Heavens
With their embrace the silence streams between them,
The milk and honey of days gone by;
Flashes and reminiscences blinking and winking
Within the mind’s eye.
And that skip in the heart deceives us,
For it is no more than a hope,
Understanding at once it’s shaping of our words,
It’s shaping of our thoughts,
It’s joining of our time,
Even when apart.
Yet it can be no more than this hope –
Reciprocation
In sharing our shapeless silent love,
Between the breaths of the night
And beats of our hearts.
Romantic Vision No. 1 – Lain in the Summer’s Rain
Sweet gentle rain caressing my face,
Easing the strain;
Dry billowing heat dancing on my skin
Lays me down in defeat.
Observation 0001
She had a voice like a sneeze – it was all of a sudden and all at you!
Sleepless Mind
The film of my fears flickers fiercely, unmercifully
Upon the shadows of my eyelids, clasped
So firmly closed in a grasp for sleep –
Failing.
Outburst
The storm breaks
Festering and brewing under surfaces visibly seething and finally blown.
Words cracking and whipping across the room
And clouds bulge, thunder filled…