Run

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River run,
Water flows,
Always
Carrying you away
From me.

Oceans,
Silvered seas,
Raindrops on windowpanes –
Flowing away
From me.
 
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Originally Published 13 December 2020

Over Me

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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Stars Align

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I’m thinking of you
And I know you’re thinking of me.
Like a solar storm, we create electricity.
Apart but together,
Two hearts beating
Searching for synchronicity.
Hoping that the universe
Will move us closer,
Take pity,
Give us our very own galaxy.

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Lights


The glow of the lights
Shines out across the water
Calling me back home.

In the chill winter twilight
All is dark except for you.

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Moondust

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Moondust and love, and other illusions.
Happiness and heartbreaks, and other confusions.
Crying eyes and bloodied knees,
And other assorted childhood contusions.
But none of it means anything to me
If you’re not the first thing I see on waking.

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Summer Loves

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This summer romance. This dance of light.
Must cease with the approach of night.
With the music of the seasons’ subtle change,
We must take the hand of a different lover
For the rhythm insists that our partner changes.
For while the wind does rage
And skies hang heavy with autumn rains
We will remember that this music will come again.

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Misbehaving

This is one of my favourite all-time posts and was originally posted on the 18 May 2016. So much so that I thought I’d share it again, hope you enjoy

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I was forced today, very much against my will, to go for a coffee. The rain was beating down, seriously threatening to move me beyond the status of drowned rat to something far more wretched. And while I wasn’t sure caffeine was the answer I felt there was no harm in at least exploring that hypothesis.

I had work to do, the most urgent thing being meeting a deadline which had less than twenty-four hours to run but even though I had everything I needed with me to do some profitable work, my mind wanted to misbehave. So there I sat in a riverside location watching ducks go waddling past and people rushing by trying to avoid raindrops. While overhead the sky became increasingly ominous.

So I sat there and I wrote three poems, which seem to be linked or at least sit together with a degree of comfort. Not that they are about anything apart from daydreaming and misbehaving.

PS. And I’ve met that deadline too, so not a bad day all in all.

Grey Lady

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No matter how much you disguise
Or hide the beauty inside
You never fail to shine.
In a world of billions of shadows
I’m praying Grey Lady
That one day
You shine your light on me.
 
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Somewhere

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You move in silence
Like an angel.
A halo of gold framing your face
Like a coronet marking that you are
Not of mortal kind.
An elfin beauty, ghost of a smile
Curving your mouth
And setting stars aflame
Somewhere in the unfathomable depths
Of those blue, blue eyes.
 
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Linger

 

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You are something and nothing
The beginning
The moment it all ends
That headlong rush in the dark
The luxuriant feel of summer rain upon my skin
The fear
The pleasure and the pain
The ecstasy
The moment
Your lips first linger on mine

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This Beautiful Hell

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The beautiful shell
Disguises the beautiful hell
Loving you has led me to.

The miracle of this moment
Hides the jagged edge
And the potential of a fall.

But still, I carry on
For what choice do I have?
Except giving in

And waking up to the cold
Without you.
Without you to hold.

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Heartsong

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You are my reason for being.
You are the part that was missing.
You answered when I cried
In my dark. You are my spark of hope,
The lighthouse to which I am heading.
I was a drowning man
But you made me
Someone worth saving.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Aria

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I wear my heart on my sleeve.

This is easy to see. Take it

To have and to hold.

You could crush it

Tear it apart.

Or with tenderness,

I would set it to pulse

Only for you.

 

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.