For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Monday, 2 January 2017

Ancient Dream...

We watched the path of dreamers,
the long road to get back home.

What is fear when you're close to the end?
An extra beat of your heart?
Breathe catching in your lungs, afraid to be exhaled?
My mind keeps you next to me in both places.

The shadow of your memory rests beside me.
I can feel you in my thoughts.

I move to a patch of setting sun,
and as twilight falls in front of the night,
behind my eyes the shadows of your eyelashes fall across your face.

I lay with your ghost in the field until morning.
When you wake I leave, as though the sadness in your eyes fills me with the guilt of a thousand nights spent with another.

I don't think you were scared,
you just wanted it to be over.

I've always wondered what it would be like to just give up.
Where would I rest?
Who would take me back home?

Friday, 30 December 2016


Upset, lost on a late night.
Two shots out from a lost life.

Waking up in a dream,
just keep at 1000 can't let it subside.
Though this mirror's got me in a fight with myself,
I'm in a war with myself
Still attached to the past and it feels like
way to strong,
It's been way too long.
Feel like I'm going to fight someone.

I've just got to learn to breathe for myself.
Stop attacking myself.
let the past be.

I know I let it get the best of me.

Friday, 2 December 2016

In Another Life Maybe...

A fragile heart that beats too slow,
a whisper of love, you had to let go.
For a time you took me away,
from who I was, then asked me to stay.

In my eyes you can always see,
who I am, who I'll always be.
You can trust that love and know for sure
that I couldn't ever close that door.
I had to wait for you to change your mind,
for your love to fade back in time.
To before we met,
before we knew,
a love so deep,
a moment so true.

When I piece my heart together,
in some time.
If I can learn again to walk the line.
Maybe I can tell you how I really feel.

I'll stitch together the memories we shared,
and let you see
everything we are and what you really mean to me. 

Saturday, 26 November 2016


They drown in thoughts deeper than the surface,
as they paddle in circles never closer to the shore.
The beating of so many hearts fade, an unfulfilled tone of inadequacy echoes.
Filling tomorrow with similar monotonous action.
In a mirror of continued madness.

Toward a sky they cannot hold,
in place of a life that fits the mould.

I stare from the other side,
climbing a tree to get a better line.
As I reach on, my heartbeat quickens.
Lips a deep red, as though dipped in sacrifice.

To take another step forward,
is a risk to fall.
Adrenalised warmth rushing under my skin.
Another breath, thin of air as I look within.

Toward a light no one else can see,
in search of a meaning greater than me.

I take a look at the sky above,
awaiting the stars return.
To a world that doesn't notice.
Why would they shine tonight?

Friday, 25 November 2016


I fall asleep before the day ends.
Shadows pulling me into the dark,
with the promise of filling the void in my heart.
But sweet dreams bring no rest.
They stand by idle, watching the day,
counting down until night, when I can come play.
But when I arrive I bring the waves.
The calming dark water, filling in the shadows space.
Then I can see who they really are,
and I don't know if I want a part.

I touch the surface of the water
it takes me in
not needing to know my sins. 

Saturday, 19 November 2016

Between the Light...

A dark night, full of light.
A hopeful dawn, at first sight.
The colours above, as down below,
shows the worlds heart, before it knew.
What it was or who it loved,
and why everything hurt each moment of,
a breath still thin, though a weight inside
In its lungs, a breath of life.
I wait now as it did before,
for the light to reach the forest floor.
All things live as the sun shares its love.
And all things are good, I can trust. 

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Next Time...

The moon won't come out to play,
as all the hugs in the world get together to warm the stars.
I can see the inside of your heart.
My nails make small crescent shaped marks on my hands.

I think, you should run as fast as you can
Then I wonder if I'm in the same place.
I know for sure you're not.
In my mind he and I still dance in grocery lines,
'till the end of time.

You're still breathing,
I pretend you died, then your words mean something different.

I finally open my palm, he slips between the gaps of my fingers,
as I let him go,
to free myself.