Empty Sky...

The sound of the rushing water reminded me of falling, it wasn’t as peaceful as they had said. 

An event is just a memory once it is over and even after everything settles and you’re standing in the same place reality fails to intervene. I guess it’s our mind, we’ll have the few odd tears but they won’t burn our cheeks like they did on that day. The taste of sick at the back of our throat will return only when we scream loud enough or witness something worse, which may be never again. 

The scent of the air has returned to normal, the melted glass was cleared from the sidewalk long ago but their ashes remain. Small specks of their blood that rained on the buildings are still there even if we can’t see them, and we walk through. My heart is coated with a breath of silence to never say what we felt that night, to wake up in a world like this the next morning; I’ve lived in a dream since that flight.

Falling...

I fell through a dream and ended up here. Rain settled in cracks between the pavement, I wondered how it held so much weight but never buckled. I realised I had lived in a picture and this wasn’t my home. The night’s eye divided the river in two, separated by bridges and boats bobbing in the distance. A full moon stopped the sky from falling, after a long day of protecting the earth. Later on the stars stole my thoughts as I carried the clouds home in my rucksack, missing the voice inside. The echo of waves in the corridors of my mind told me to breathe.

The next day felt different, the window was warm from the inside my hand caressed it gently. The sun marked a light on the path for me to follow, only the leaves on my favourite tree knew what to say. I held his heart in my hand as he read my dreams. We were each other’s soft landing. I kept walking forwards and ended up right next to you.

Awake and Dreaming...

As everything fell in place all I wanted was a happy ending. My mind skipped a page and I took my time making sense of the story, but here I am now at your place, a door separates our forms. 

My mind is weak from thought, could it manage one more puzzle?

Snow blanketed my shadow snatching its dark life away. My heart beat in phrases to a song that was once my favourite. 

I waited for a movement, a footstep, a breath. My gloved hand touched your door, then moved aside to the glass pane, tapping twice. Some sick feeling told me you wouldn't answer. A quiver ran through me. 

The plants outside slumped as their leaves carried snow, its delicate form a heavy weight, but when it melted it gave them life. 

Beauty hid in corners and in plain sight.

I woke from a dream, never realising the ending.

The Sky is on Fire...

The day left swiftly when it knew we wanted to be alone, slipping sideways into an approaching shadow in the space of half a breath. Night-time cooled our skin, we were each others blanket. Dew waited on the grass for morning, stars reflected in its eyes.

Distance was obsolete as we shared the same air. I still felt your hand in mine, the scent of your hair on the breeze. Our kiss was a passing moment wrapped up in all the hours of time. Our memories live forever in all four corners of my mind.