Sidelines...

...and in all illusion is chaos,
we expect nothing more.
Though our eyes are bright with wonder
and our minds wild with cause
our steps are unsteady, shaking as they meet the Earth.
The crescent shaped marks on our palms,
hold all the tension we can't explain with words.
Our lips never move, as on the side line they keep score.
Don't turn, the past will catch you
and never
ever
let
you
go.

Midnight birth...

It feels like a heart beat,
but I can't see anything, only right now.
Two ships passing in the distance,
the evening fog their only witness.
A silence roars between them, whispering
Why are we lost?

A Dream of You...

I can feel my soul like it's on the outside,
and I'm obsessed with all the loose strings.
As the rain makes them sing, the world is bursting with life.
My steps are steady and my heart is light,
fluttering as it wakes on the edge of morning,
to that embrace that's worth the Earth. 

Distance...

The air is still, it doesn't move.
The days are long, but short with you.
To spend more time before I wake,
in my dreams you make me wait. 

Tell Me Something...

It blisters through the shadows from bottom to top.

Their skins crack when they bend in the warmth.

As the breeze cuts through their bodies, pools of dark gather on the road like puddles,

representing their stillness, the parts of them that can't move.

How precious everything is when viewed as the separate moments, that when stitched together

make our lives. 

Pretenders...

If the sun exploded right now it would take 8 minutes for us to realise.
That's how long the light would take to travel to us, here on Earth.
We would still feel the suns warmth and see its rays for 8 minutes.
How blissful it would be if we could live our whole life in those moments.

Dear Heart...

I forgot what you said the other day,
about holding on to what once was.
My mind took me away from there,
back to the river that birthed me.
Its lapping waters drowning all thoughts of him.

A piece of glass I am on the shore.
My sharp edges submissively disappearing, here.
As the tiny waves change my shape year by year.
Each cut to the water, a memory I give the world to hold.

To heavy to be on my shoulders, no more.
I leave you open to bleed.
As all that I am flows back into the river I once was from.
I find the soul of the Earth to which I belong. 

Ancient Dream...

We watched the path of dreamers,
the long road to get back home.

What is fear when you're close to the end?
An extra beat of your heart?
Breathe catching in your lungs, afraid to be exhaled?
My mind keeps you next to me in both places.

The shadow of your memory rests beside me.
I can feel you in my thoughts.

I move to a patch of setting sun,
and as twilight falls in front of the night,
behind my eyes the shadows of your eyelashes fall across your face.

I lay with your ghost in the field until morning.
When you wake I leave, as though the sadness in your eyes fills me with the guilt of a thousand nights spent with another.

I don't think you were scared,
you just wanted it to be over.

I've always wondered what it would be like to just give up.
Where would I rest?
Who would take me back home?