For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Friday, 9 March 2018


Leave the door open,
i'll close my eyes.
I don't want to see what's on the other side.
The delicacy of a hidden thought,
the gentleness of a whisper.
I can feel myself falling, without ever knowing.
But I do know,
what forever feels like,
and this


We drive at night, through the red.
The purple sky can't catch us.
I run my fingers through your hair.
The moonlight tries to touch us.
As it reaches lower all the street lights now bow out.

You put down the window, so I can touch the night.
It echoes silently in the distance, just out of sight.
I take some in my hand and put it in my pocket.
Because what's the use of having light, without a bit of night. 

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.