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

Strangely Familiar

How is it
You can be so strange 
Yet I've known you all these years?
So many
My mind cannot recall the younger days
And what silly thoughts filled spaces between us
And then there are strangers not so strange
Who wander in clumsily 
By the door left ajar unintentionally 
You tell yourself
They stay a moment
But they never leave

Mirror Image

And what of it?
We are all born naked and remain so 
But only in the mirror
And to a rare few 
Still, even then, we are not wholly true 
Unless you are one that is blessed to see through
And when they meet, these ones who do
All else falls away, only truth remains
In unencumbered glory and unspeakable pains
And so each day, I see in your faces
The lies you store in poorly hidden places
The lies you choose to wear each day
When from the mirror, you step away

Last Words

They say we die a second death
When final thoughts of us are thought
And so our ghosts trudge on
The tragedy of time unwrapped
Keeping other ghosts for company
Why even the universe has forgotten us

The Switch

You switched on the light
And left the room
I'd rather be alone in the dark
Than be able to see
What I no longer can

Planet Yesterday

When I sing to ghosts
I imagine you're sitting in the front row
And I'm so pleased that you made it
I know, you're not dead yet
But you may as well be
Like all my dearly departed
You only exist in the past

Standing Still

Dont pick the flowers 

That dance wild in windy fields

They hate to stand still

And look out longingly 

by your window sill

That I Love You

I go to sleep to escape you
I go to sleep to find you
And in my dreams your kisses
Elude me,
And so too, my words
Yet I have so much to say
And nothing to say with my mouth

Me and You

The me within me
Housed by flesh and by bone
Not an end nor a beginning
Has it ever known

Smother

Lay me down inside your warm skin cradle
Rock me back and forth 
Slow at first
Soothe me with your Pinot breath
Hot against the arch of my back
Crumpled, wrapped 
My dappled room
The shadows and caves we make together
Smell of sweat and well-worn leather
Come my lover
Let me hover
Oh this love 
You cannot smother

Darling

You live in that world
I can read unwritten rules 
I see standards notched high on thresh holds
No one's forcing you to meet
But you've swapped your flats for heels
You chose this life
You lost yourself 
I don't care to stand on tip-toe
Learn to love me despite this
I have

Run

There's not a lot
That makes me smile
Anymore
And something's switched off
In the things that use to
Now I have to wonder
Why a walk along the shore
Is just a walk and little more
When once it had the power
To enlighten and inspire
And just lately
I find that your company 
Makes me feel lonelier than I do 
When I'm alone
Don't take it to heart
It's not you
I need to escape
But I've been running all my life
It seems I'm not a place I can run away from

Wounded

You said she isn't wounded
But that's because you are
And only broken people
Can heal one another

Transformation

I walk through the grey
My rite of passage
You burden me with generous gifts along this path
And though these gifts I did request
I am not prepared to receive them
Or slay the demons that lurk between the old and new 
But I haven't forgotten how
To place my reluctant foot before the other
This I do know
And the new is nearing now

Feast of Fear

They served up her dreams on a plate
And tied a bib around her neck
But when the fork approached her mouth
She shut it tight
Refusing to bite
Turning away with a scowl
The revelation and the horror
That she preferred to hear her stomach growl

Kind of Ugly

She may be beautiful

She doesn't know

Don't bother trying to convince her so 

She thinks she's hideous in fact

The kind of hideous that will only turn the ugly heads

With appetites

That will only be satisfied by her brand of beauty

She'll never be the kind of pretty that your kind of ugly 

Is looking for