You hug my shoreline,
Waves gently lapping my soul
Until I give in.

Waters rushing over me
I suffer deluge’s touch.

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As Fatal As the Night

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When it comes to leaving
I’m like the tide
Full of good intentions
But returning by and by.

When it comes to changing
I’m like the butterfly
Finally finding a form I like
Only to give it up and die.

When it comes to emotions
I’m as fickle as a kite
Battling the demon wind
Only to lose the fight.

I’m as seductive as the shadows
Dispersed by the liar’s shine.
Illuminated by the truth wishing
That everything will work out fine.

When it comes to hoping
I’m like the pain
That makes it feel like I’m dying
When I get caught out in the rain.

When it comes to trying
I’m like the stone
Unmoved by storms and snows
But dreaming of a home.

When it comes to shadows
I’m like the night,
Full of unseen terrors
Hiding from the light.

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Someday I will remember everything,
But until that day I will try to forget.
I will try to make the memory of your face
Disappear from the forefront of my mind.
Your image will no longer haunt my every waking moment.

I will force you to consist of only shadow and mists.
I will consign you to the sleepless hours, night terrors
And those unsatisfactory fragments of dreams.
I will take the mementos of our life together
And burn them within the bonfire of my soul.

Yet before they bury these fragile bones
Before the end of this unhappy season
I will remember everything.
Because you’ll always be the pulse
Beating within this remnant of a heart.

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Sweet jasmine blossom
falls gently to the cold ground,
A fortune teller
Of the winter snows that will
Follow in its footsteps, soon.

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Keeping Faith

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Reach out, touch the chill void –
Holding out and hoping
For some kind of sign.
That will stop me from falling
Further into the dark
Between the future and the past.

To the place where the silence hesitates
And all my misdemeanours wait
For memory to recall.
For the sins and sacraments
Of my fragile belief in this reality
To begin again, to believe in me.

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Long Forgotten

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I cannot express if this is sorrow.
This emptiness can feel like all I am.
I no longer dream, not for a long time
Hope has long deserted that treacherous harbour.
My soul has become like a ghost town,
Light has departed, set sail from the shore.

I am hollow, I am a wasteland,
The twisted wreckage of an invisible child.
An orphan of time and tide, marooned
In the shadow of the meeting
Of that which might-have-been.

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I can’t offer you the world
If that is what you are after.
I can’t go chasing dragons
Or find the meaning of the shadows.
For all I have is my failings,
My pedestrian disasters.
The beatings of my heart
And these whispered flights of fancy.

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Like Honey Be

Honey, I want your love to flow,
Despite the great divide.
The difference in space and time
That separates heart from heart.

That keep different rhythms,
Roll to different beats.
But still, shake with the passions
That flow thickly in this summer heat.

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Romeo and Juliet

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I look up at your window, the curtains closed,
And wonder if you are sleeping,
Wonder if you are dreaming of me.
Do I ever cross your mind
As I wait out here in the shadows.
Do you even remember the moments
We have shared and how I declared
My undying devotion.
Or have you consigned me to the past,
To a land of lost content.
To a realm of mist and forgetfulness
And half-remembered kisses.

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Empty Cages

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We went to the zoo today.
We saw the cockroaches at play.
Elephant and rhino have gone,
Of the panda there is only one.
Empty cages in the zoo today.
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Originally Published 13 August 2017