Imaginary City...

I fall in love with the shadows every time they fall. 

Things are different at night; people speak softly to each other as if afraid to wake the dark. Then as the daybreaks and life slowly falls into place the air becomes thinner, difficult to breath. And as though the light spoken of moments ago, came from nowhere, the sun starts to peek through, so hopeful. 

Not yet too bright no need to close your eyes.

My shadow stretches out across the ground as if waking from a sleep I never knew. It’s so much bigger than me, bigger than my heart. Because it’s a part of me I feel strong, though I know its glow before it was touched could burn the world, now it only flickers in and out as it tries to heal. 

My mind so open though from all that it feels, the details in everything.

Steps forward are effortless, a deep breath in winter you can feel in your lungs as a moment ends and a new one begins. The cool breeze as you step inside a new memory, like a blanket fallen to your side during the night.

Then the rain, enclosing me in a moment, I know everything’s real because I can feel the air touching my skin, then the sensation of falling sideways, the scent of perfume against her neck. A rush of blood to the head, then the black of night 

the ink on my page, a welcome home.

Most of the shadows that mill around me don’t hold life, like an English winter making everything grey, even their eyes the colour of cold tea. 

Life scares them back onto the walls out of sight, as though they were never there.

Too many people that are here don’t even exist.

Sorrow as you catch the scent of the rain falling as straight as a blades edge, the trees whispering sweet nothings to each other, indistinguishable like the moment between breaths.

Can you hear it? Someone is falling in love, right now somewhere, a single raindrop crawls to the end of her nose, falling to the puddle below awaiting the game. A second of consideration, though nothing was considered she jumps and falls, the fearless and innocent expectance that nothing will do her harm. 

Even if it does, she will jump and fall again, somewhere else for someone else, someone worth the risk.

Falling Skies...

As the sky holds everything together, the world falls apart.
Like a spread of mountains against a soft dawn, bathing the day in a yellow light.
We don't realise what we miss when we close our eyes.

Where things grow in the shadows of the night.
How were we to ever know darkness can also give life?
And where would we look for flowers bursting through concrete?
Between the ones we never forgave,
and the bitter breath in our lungs that makes us weak.

As the clouds cry for all the things we never notice,
the sky finally lets everything go,
lost treasures fall to the Earth,
in and out of focus.