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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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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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In the silence between
Your lips and mine
Lies the truth unsaid. Unseen,
The key to this epic design.
In the darkness between
Two hearts shattered and lost
Lies the remedy undreamed
To turn hearts star crossed.
In the memories between
The dark and the day
Lie the tears, cried in silence, unseen
And that flickering hope you’d stay.
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Originally Published 26 June 2017
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Let me wrap you in silence,
A calmness complete.
Chains made of feather,
In happiness replete.
Let me wash you in an ocean
Wave after wave
Of azure, affectionate love.
Let me make you my obsession
I’ll remain tied to the mast.
You will be my moment
No more future or past.
I’ll be sated, all sensation
Will mean nothing to me.
I’ll be blinded, only you will I see.
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Originally Published 21 February 2019
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If I should fall will you catch me.
In your arms will you hold me
Until the morning, through the night.
Will you see me through the hard times.
Will you see that everything’s alright.
Will you walk with me through the storm, stay
By my side.
Will you reach out when I’m not talking,
Will you speak for me if I lose my voice.
Will you soothe my troubled tides.
Will you be my bridge to peace.
Will you stay here until forever
By my side.
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Originally Published 17 March 2019
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Can we make ourselves invisible
Let our bodies wither away
And set our souls free.
Eschew the trappings of reality
And dwell instead within.
For while we have this sweet fantasy,
This magical hideaway,
We are safe here forever
From the darkness that waits outside.
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On the shores of Loch Scavaig lies Elgol (Gaelic for the weeping swan), a small fishing village famous for its mountain and seascape scenery. After 15 miles of winding one-lane country road one is rewarded with magnificent views of Cuillin Range – weather permitting.
Taken April 2017.
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I don’t want to be distant.
I want to breathe the same air as you.
I want to touch what you touch and feel what you feel.
If you are in pain I want to bleed.
Because you are my passion, you are my need.
You are the poison deep in my veins.
When I am thirsting you are my rain.
For if I am an island hiding
Far away from the world.
I want you to be the ocean
That invades my shore.
I don’t want to be isolated anymore.
I want you to be the ocean,
My encircling sea.
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I’ll build you a fortress
Build a stone ship, go to sea.
I’ll save you from the Element
Because you’ve already saved me.
I’ll draw a line in the sand
And hold back the waves with a spell.
Because you’ve already worked your magic
When you saved me from hell.
I’ll tame the white horses
Take to the saddle and ride.
I can conquer the Wild Woods
With you by my side.
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Oh for your smile
And the way that your eyes
Bring order to the night.
The gentle chaos of your hair like a halo
Changes the darkness;
An explosion, like ringlets of light.
The graceful arch of your back,
The shimmering skin
That it thrills me to touch.
The curves of your body wrapped
Within my encircling arms
Is a glory to hold.
But for those succulent lips
Where would I be
You’ve breathed life into my soul.
But for your kiss
I’m just shadows. Living a half-life
I wouldn’t be whole.
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