For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Sunday, 30 July 2017


...and in all illusion is chaos,
we expect nothing more.
Though our eyes are bright with wonder
and our minds wild with cause
our steps are unsteady, shaking as they meet the Earth.
The crescent shaped marks on our palms,
hold all the tension we can't explain with words.
Our lips never move, as on the side line they keep score.
Don't turn, the past will catch you
and never

Midnight birth...

It feels like a heart beat,
but I can't see anything, only right now.
Two ships passing in the distance,
the evening fog their only witness.
A silence roars between them, whispering
Why are we lost?

Saturday, 25 March 2017

A Dream of You...

I can feel my soul like it's on the outside,
and I'm obsessed with all the loose strings.
As the rain makes them sing, the world is bursting with life.
My steps are steady and my heart is light,
fluttering as it wakes on the edge of morning,
to that embrace that's worth the Earth. 

Sunday, 19 March 2017


The air is still, it doesn't move.
The days are long, but short with you.
To spend more time before I wake,
in my dreams you make me wait. 

Tell Me Something...

It blisters through the shadows from bottom to top.
Their skins crack when they bend in the warmth.
As the breeze cuts through their bodies, pools of dark gather on the road like puddles,
representing their stillness, the parts of them that can't move.
How precious everything is when viewed as the separate moments, that when stitched together
make our lives. 

Sunday, 26 February 2017


If the sun exploded right now it would take 8 minutes for us to realise.
That's how long the light would take to travel to us, here on Earth.
We would still feel the suns warmth and see its rays for 8 minutes.
How blissful it would be if we could live our whole life in those moments.

Thursday, 19 January 2017

Dear Heart...

I forgot what you said the other day,
about holding on to what once was.
My mind took me away from there,
back to the river that birthed me.
Its lapping waters drowning all thoughts of him.

A piece of glass I am on the shore.
My sharp edges submissively disappearing, here.
As the tiny waves change my shape year by year.
Each cut to the water, a memory I give the world to hold.

To heavy to be on my shoulders, no more.
I leave you open to bleed.
As all that I am flows back into the river I once was from.
I find the soul of the Earth to which I belong.