Starry night

 

Starry night,

dreams drift

across your light,

stories projecting

in the sparkling unknown.

And I’m home,

letting them drop around me

like snowfall from heaven.

 

Starry night.

The swirling blues,

the purples mixed

into magenta hues,

the dots of yellow and white,

the perfect sight.

And in amongst your rainbow

dreams, those seed sown

in fitful sleep sweep up

the stardust and build

a new story for us.

 

And I wish to walk

into this new world

with a bravery unmatched.

To not fear what may

lay along the path.

I wish to walk with my eyes open wide.

To see every starburst sight

illuminate my mind.

I want to follow where

the shooting stars guide.

Whilst watching comets glide

like swans upon a glassy lake.

 

But where did the laughter go?

Why does it feel like

I’m walking in treacle?

Why does it feel so cold,

when your heart burns like the sun?

 

So starry night

inspire in me the strength I need

to keep facing every obstacle,

to keep jumping every hurdle

even when my knees feel weak and frail,

and when I fail lift me up, dust me off

with your starry love,

and show me that

there is more to come,

and that no matter

how alone I may feel,

I always have you to call upon.

Memory foam

 

I sink into you

like memory foam,

it’s like you've never been away,

like the story didn’t end.

I feel at home,

when you hold me this way,

and I’m dreaming.

Oooh could this be

Heaven,

or hell on earth?

For my heart is melding

itself into a mistake.

 

I shouldn’t be here,

I shout inside my mind.

I scream to get out,

before I fall blindly

into the imprint

of all those bad times,

but my lips stay silent

as yours seek mine.

 

I sink into you

like memory foam,

and you walk over me

like you always do,

but for a second

I don’t mind.

The way you hold my hand,

the way you say

something kind.

The way you lie.

It feels like home.

And I stay silent

as your lips seek mine.

 

I shouldn’t be here.

The memory foam

moulds all those years,

into a crater of heartbreak,

that my fingers struggle to climb.

It holds so many layers,

all those tears.

All the ways I was cut down.

All the ways

you sowed doubt inside.

So, I walk outside

and leave yesterday behind.

Moonlit symbolism

 

Our hearts could meet

in the place that sits

at the edge of a dream.

That seat of all imagination,

underneath a sky filled with

tangerine sunsets

and violet melodies.

Where primrose hillsides

melt into the floral forests

of emerald sweet citrus trees.

Blessing us with a kiss and

all the sweetest memories that please.

 

I would give my heart,

every single beat,

to make this exist.

In every dream I see it.

Your loving glow

eclipsing the day

in perfect

moonlit symbolism.

 

The true beauty of life,

the gifted wisdom

of stardust's greatest

creation. Leaves me in elation

at the revelation that you exist

in the same time and space as me.

 

We could

find new fields

for love to run free.

A new playground

for our hearts to take hold.

If you just say the word,

I’ll be waiting before the clocks

can tick any closer to infinity,

before these locks turn their keys

on this hope that dwells within me.

 

We could take

the intergalactic highways

and feel the space winds

rushing through our thoughts.

Let love play in the galaxies

finest waterfalls

that flow like the hair

over the curves of your face.

Make love under

the ever-watchful eyes of the moon,

and as she shies away,

we can let love bloom

into something new.

Something bigger

than me and you,

empowering us

with the flowering truth

of what life can be,

if we tune out the frequencies

that keep us down.