Gliding

Swell
Over golden pond
Into the mist covered mountains
Footprints finding sanctuary

Almost colliding over water
Gulls wings, open and striding
Slip sliding away
As golden waves ebb and flow

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Cosmos

A thousand million
Sparkling tinkling
Waltzing spirits

A never ending chorus
Of pebbles and waves

The zephyr’s blow
Over the Dolomites
Travel with softness

Glide with certainty, my
Migration has also begun

Freshwater havens
Islands of great lakes
Our futures forsaken

Cotton wool clouds
Around sky blue skies

Surrounded by silver tints
Above, a thousand million
Maybe a billion

Sparkling tinkling
Star bright illuminations

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Alone is not enough

White board
Wipe away
Move on
Gone

You travel
Across deep synapses
Erase
Erasure

To lose
The loss of saviour
Quarantine
Quarantine or delete

Loosen the links
Disturb the linkages
Open wounds; seal
Slowly heal

Turn to
Find a sense
Find a purpose
To be is not alone enough

Buy some time
Rebuild
Past memories
Work out the why

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Lava Java

All what was once forgotten
Used for fuel, to fan the flames
Fortuitous, furniture framed
Ladles of molten metal
Burning streams of lava

All that was once forgotten
Tears apart the troubled mind
Fanciful sweet cure memories
Rose tinted bespectacled
Freckles, trapped in past remains

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Eon Ion

Engaged inside empty space
Place, a face without a trace

Nearby to nothingness
Not anything, anything but nothing

Mesmerised, an unusual surmise
Surreal I realise, inside nothing

Orb, shelter from the storm, look back
Looking glass, flecks of imperfect persona

Cutting words, my best friend, descend
Extend the contradiction with diction

Cruel tongues, empty hopeless souls
Mindful to remind, of a rise before a fall

Decorous medals of honour
Upon her brazened tourniquet

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