Friday, 24 April 2026

We live in unknown dreams

 

We live in the oddity,

the uncomfortable

reality, where our bodies

only work in 3 dimensions,

but our souls

are everywhere all at once.

I can be in my room,

but my mind is with you.

I can be lost in a woodland

dream, when my body is

somewhere

laid out in a different life.

The moments that sweep through us,

mere ghosts of time,

always seeking tomorrow

when tomorrow is just a fiction

as time only lives in the now.

And how

when I close my eyes

I see your blue sky

and I feel just a little bit

closer to fine.

 

We live in the sentiments,

in the monuments,

in the moments when there is

nothing and everything.

Because our hope springs eternal,

and our love sits external

where it drifts on clouds.

Whilst our internal thoughts

cloud us in uncomfortable

designs.

I sign a heart on a page

that I then set alight.

Letting the embers drift so high.

because our hearts are eternal

and can already fly.

 

We live in the unknown.

A Schrodinger’s world of

who we are and who we show,

who we want to be, and with whom.

It’s a swirling masterpiece

of colours. Soft brushstrokes teasing those

flows of reality into their own playground.

Switching the view. But the constant

pull of the gravity in you is consistently

making me feel as though the world

is trying to paint itself as

the perfect place for me and you.

A light glow

 

Over a frozen lake

the ice starts to crack

but no one is here to witness

nor to hear

the echoing rumble

through the chill air,

as the chasms

expand and stretch.

Answering a question

long asked,

but alas no one was there

to bask in the moment

the answer called back.

 

And in the distance

a light glow

breaching the darkness

of the horizon,

like a marching army

holding torches aloft.

A light show

as the sun, 

still yawning

stretches out

from somewhere below

the hillside view,

and softly tickles the sky,

awakened from its slumber

by the rumbling echo.

 

A bird tweets

a shrill singing,

beautifully ringing

through the slowly

evaporating mist.

The chill starts to lift,

as the sun shares her warmth

and gifts the scene 

serenity and bliss.

The world continues to turn,

as it hurtles along.

A commute it makes

across the aeons.

Through the bleakness

of space.

To keep life ticking on,

as time keeps her

unsteady pace.

Thursday, 23 April 2026

Sticking plaster for the soul

 

Sometimes we need

a quick fix,

a sticking plaster

for the soul.

I’ve cut my fingernails

to the quick,

cut a hole

too close to the bone,

and now my soul

is beginning

to drip

to the ground

in pools.

Spluttering across

the stone

like the words

stuck in

my throat.

 

I got the wind

in my sails,

but I wasn’t

checking the maps,

now I’m sailing

off course

and there are rocks

in the mist.

I’m not sure

if the island exists

or if I’m just catching

the waves

of a lunar eclipse.

 

I need some hope.

Just a stray cloud

of happiness

sifting through

the gloom.

I need to see

a sunbeam smile

shining down upon me

and I’ll be happy.

 

See I’ve been digging

through the molten core

of my story,

and my fingers

have been burnt

too many times.

I’ve been digging

through sand

and now there

is just a hole

where my heart

was once found

and I’m falling,

yet there is

no place to land.

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