Thursday, 30 April 2026

Seasons of love

 

Little sips of love

leave me intoxicated.

Drunk on life and dreams.

Shake free the hibernation,

dance the sleep

out of your bones.

 

Join me in the summer sun.

 

For when the seasons turn

I want to feel your warmth.

 

Will you be with me

when the fog lifts, and the sky

empties of any darkness?

Will you be there

when the snow falls

in soft blanket drifts?

I wish for this,

and I place it in a kiss

thrown to the stars.

 

You bring a lightness to our land,

this peaceful sanctuary

of soliloquies and poetry,

and with just a brush of your hand

upon mine, I feel the wash

of a thousand raindrops

cleaning the dirt from our skin.

 

We call this thing, love...

 

But its more than

just a fleeting emotion,

a brief moment

of devotion followed by aeons

watching over ocean views.

It is in the bones, the atoms of the universe,

It sings for us, if we just listen.

It’s in the stars that glisten our names.

It’s in the way the rivers flow

and waves ripple over seas.

 

And if our seasons turn

as they so often do,

spring will

always keep us reborn,

summer will

be here whenever we need the sun.

Autumn will

share the scents and the golden light,

and winter will

blanket us with love.

Hatful of stars

 

I wear a hat full of stars,

cloak myself in a cape of moonlight,

I whisper to the sky, as the

orbiting satellite whispers back.

I wear a shirt of midnight,

and jeans of twilight,

my shoes padded with dreams

and I bound so high.

 

I walk on words,

no longer eggshell shards,

I hold my heart in my hands,

and I share every part.

I give my hopes and dreams

gifted on paper boats

sailing the moonbeams.

You see, I speak in truth,

seeking love

in this humanity

that so often chooses to hate.

Whilst carpeting my flaws

to make them easier to navigate.

 

And I wear my

hat full of stars,

my head in the clouds.

I bound onto the stage,

my voice clear and proud.

I dance with my words,

for they speak

in shades of

sky blue,

and my truth

is that I wish

to dance with you.

 

And as my feet twirl

across starburst light,

and I hold my words

awaiting the moment that sits right.

When the tick that follows the tock

clicks into place

and the chimes erupt

in beautiful grace.

I hold my heart out to you.

To place in your hands

a piece of me that lives in truth,

and I’ll wear a hatful of stars

wishing for your hand to land in mine.

So that we can explore this space,

one star at a time.

Survival

 

I remember

that moment

of survival.

When I was able

to pull myself

back up

after such a long fall.

I remember that

first fiery pull of air

into shocked lungs,

I remember,

my eyes stung from the light,

and I remember thinking

was this what I want?

 

I’d spent so long escaping

that staying

seemed like failing,

that being

was second prize

in a contest

I’d forgotten I‘d entered.

That every feeling

was still too painful

to endure.

Living when you feel you

are not worth

the battle anymore.

 

I was scared.

 

Scared and scarred,

I’d played

all of my cards

and found them

all to be jokers.

I didn’t think

the world cared, and

panicking I looked in the mirror

at the face that appeared,

and I feared that neither did I.

That life had already seeped away

from me many moons away.

 

But then time kept

turning its hands,

and I noticed the way

the sunlight lands,

the way birds sing

with passion from their lungs,

I saw the moon and the way she shone

a light upon my worst fears,

and showed that they were

but a trick of the light.

That if I breathe and smile, I’ll be alright.

I found passions,

I found hopes, I had dreams.

So many dreams.

 

And I remember

sitting in that hospital ward.

New life shimmering in my eyes,

surprised that I was smiling

like a newborn sun beam

over a verdant countryside

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