For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Monday 22 October 2012

Faders in the Night...

We broke apart the night, your breath still coated the window, your lips still made a mark. I didn’t mean to listen in, empty words dripped from the corners of your mouth, the snow told me your secret, all our sentences left unsaid. The sunset kissed the tip of the horizon one last time, the moon lay in the arms of the sky forever. All the things I liked were taken from me in the night. Even though we lay together, I knew I would never meet you. Promises broke between us lining the Earth with thin air. We were fading, the dark was so bright it hurt my eyes. Take me back to the edge of the world so you might see me falling.

Friday 19 October 2012

A Moment with Strangers...

The cool winter fell against me, I could feel it in my thoughts. My dreams opened a window of life that spilled onto the pages of reality. 
I waited in the park for the sun to fall between the buildings, office lights were still turned on. People milled around accidentally a part of moments that weren't theirs.
But then all at once no one was a stranger. Everyone looked up as the dim sun that gave us life, said hello to another day and goodbye to another night.

Thursday 4 October 2012

Another Version of Perfect...

We fell from heights unknown, like feathers to the ground our eyes still closed from birth, the nooks behind our ears still wet. Dust settled, the concrete held our form. We would walk, talk and play, but we still didn’t know our names and would drown if put near water. We stand closely so we don’t forget what it’s like to be in this boat, no compass, no map, just a hand to hold.  Our eyes eventually open, but then we can’t hear the day, everything flows past us, no one has anything to say.  We scream and yell, but no sound is made, with only our memories to hold the love of words, slowly drifting away. When we get back to the shore the sun hurts our eyes, we forget what it's like to whisper inside a moment that’s passing us by. Our fingers old and wrinkled, our minds dull but full. 

Fear doesn’t touch us here because we know, it’s time to go back home.