Chasing Light

Come with me
Where the day's last light lingers
A bridge of moments crumbling behind us
But here, between last light and first night
Your face is gently illuminated
You are at your most youthful 
You are at your most beautiful 
As you turn away from unflattering regrets 
And shadows fade
As your tightly wound desires
Slowly unravel

Liminal Spaces

Liminal spaces
Are strange places
Where weary eyes
Meet eager faces
Where battered suitcases 
Lace their way through carousels
And nervous travellers
Brace themselves 

Missing Person

Return

I came home in the rain, only to find
The pain under sheets I had left behind
There it was still, concealed and protected
From time and distractions it remained unaffected
And while I was gone in my new surrounds
The weary travellers, the peculiar sounds
My sight and smell and taste overstimulated 
The days too long, the nights inebriated 
Of all my senses most deprived 
My skin for your touch, as always, denied

Old Summers

Lying in a bubble
Bobbing over waves
Haven't seen the headlines for days
Trees sway
Crazy windy
Hair's a tanglin'
Feet are danglin'
Hanging for hot chips
Skip off for a quick dip
Stumble back
Flicking sand
Sipping Campari and lemonade
In the dappled shade
We reminisce of old summers
When we were young and tanned and hot
Everything this summer's not