Light Moves

One stroke of colour

& the race to emotional overload begins

As if only one woman ever wore blue

At least that blue of extremism in contemplation

Smiles offered

Would you expect still to wait

As if the time wasted was all that remained

Of that fabric of life we once shared together

The mock chandelier is fitted

To the new house entrance ceiling

As if otherwise all else would be the emptiness

Of a place we had once dreamed of

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See it, Feel it

Cold white light, silhouettes

The relics of religion

Warm sun

Melts the valley floor's

Frosted grasses

As if somehow

You know the ways of love

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Shades of Being

Two orange-red shadows

Light the wall opposite my bed

Happy to watch their slow movement

I feel warm under the covers

To keep this peace a little longer

I press the alarm to snooze

All over the country

All over the world

Thousands and millions of you

Will copy me

You too may be among the lucky ones

Those whose sleep was sufficient

To allow you to turn to snooze

Later, after a revitalising shower

I read a few pages of Pessoa

His Book of Disquiet

More positive than yesterday

He talks of the sunlight in his life also

That recently I was loved, and praised

Is worthy of mention

After those sad days

When I lived on bread alone

It shows to me the immense power

Of the indecipherable

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It isn’t the City

The city doesn’t matter

It is the sunshine

That brings me to your love

The coffee doesn’t matter

It is the cigarette

That pulls me to your love

The art doesn’t matter either, for

It is the souls own image

That asks me of your love

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Early

Most every sky has a chink
For rain or sun to enter through
Most every tree or forest
Has a gap or a cutting to see you
These chinks, these cuttings
These gaps; moving, fleeting
They give you your stability
They take away your suitability

Such that you and I are unable
We are unable to hold off the wobble
We are left to bobble up and down
In search of someone others shore

Most every step leads to a void
A place for rope bridges or parachutes
Most every breath or airborne pain
Gives surety to ultimately stained fruit
These steps, these breaths
Slow, definitely measured
They give you your definition
They take away your indecision

Such that the we does not exist
We do not exist in either fire or ember
We are life’s leftover flames
In search of someone other’s ashes

Most every train of thought loses its thread
Its ability to spread & reach speech a struggle
Most every flex of the mind is limited
By the inability to synchronously juggle
These thoughts, these threads
Haphazard, without discipline
They give you your passage
They take away your assuage

Such that the I does not function
The I doesn’t give or take from you
Such that the I becomes the island
Unto which I was beckoned

Most every year washed in a new tide
A carrier of unfathomable baskets
Most every sandcastle
Washed away in the time before moonlight
These tides, these sands
Their fluidity, their impressionability
They give you your dreams
They take away whatever seems

Such that only by their side could we walk
By their side we could happily stumble
Such as when dawn light began to clear
We had to ceaselessly disappear



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