To wish upon an angel

 

Billy sits

where he sits most days,

invisible to most,

just sunk into place.

The path of least resistance.

He just sits in compliance,

completely in silence

as his days pass aimlessly.

 

Head down,

fixates on the ground

in his own private hell.

Billy avoids the feet all around.

He never lifts his gaze,

for seeing eyes can see in

and see the nothing

he believes is him.

 

He slouches. His stance

looks older than his years.

He tries to become small,

foetal position would be perfect,

for then feral hive mind of a world

would not see him.

Thoughts drift from melancholy

into wispy melodies,

and he writes the words in his notepad,

hidden so no-one can see.

 

For he longs

to hear the wordless song

of an angel

sung on the station air,

as he would pray to her,

to let his words become

the lyrics to the tune.

In his heart that barely

moves from its seat

he knows that he will

not hear that beat.

 

Outside the night starts to fall

and as he whispers his nightly wish

a shooting star sparkles

for just a brief kiss of time

before sending out ripples

through the cosmos,

like an invisible shock wave

cascading towards a beach.

 

To Be Continued... 

Evening in still haven

 

I sit there in faded obscurity

like a silhouette that blends in

with the darkened scenery.

From the table down the way,

the obnoxious screech rips the air

like nails tearing through my sanity.

Voices louder than my thoughts

and my thoughts are screaming

in agony trying to get out.

It’s not even late, but the grating sound

of drunken slurs starts to encircle me.

And I think did that used to be me

in a life lived previously?

 

I sit in my own still haven,

the bubble of protection

I cast around myself.

I throw my hearts notepad open,

and take out my soulful pen,

I pour my thoughts

onto the page, then I scramble them,

like eggs in a pan.

I season them liberally,

feelings setting the scene,

until I’m describing a dream

that will open doorways

into the caverns of my mind.

Why? Because I can,

there is no masterplan, just to explore

who I am, where I’ve been,

and what this could all mean.

 

The screech jolts me back into reality.

The small artsy bar, strangely busy,

but I’m away at sea,

letting the waves wash over me.

And for a moment I hear

gulls in the screeching

Like they are feasting

on the food that is me,

A chip wrapper left

sat on a secluded beach.

 

My thoughts lay out in front of me,

that one heart I see when my eyes close,

the state of the world as it all erodes.

The sea, the tide

crashing every morsel thought

into dust at my feet.

I think of people I’ve lost, wondering

what the decor is like there?

Wondering what music is playing?

And do they have answers

to the questions I am laying out on my page?

To you (valentines)

 

I danced with a thought,

a spark of imagination.

An ember of excitement

burning inside of me.

I saw the smile which you wear,

the words that you share,

the thoughts you allow

to circle your lustrous hair,

and in momentary flirtation

with the life I’d love to share

I was sent drifting into the air.

Right through the stratosphere,

into a place where these magic

dreams can come true.

 

I was thinking about you

as I lay daydreaming on a stray cloud.

I hear my voice speaking aloud,

words I’d so long kept inside,

'I long to hold you, to never let go,

to feel your breath embracing mine.

For my love is deep and true

and I’m freefalling into it with you' 

 

And as I hold on tightly to the daydream,

in which hearts so closely beat,

I whisper sweet messages

to the sky to please catch me please,

for if I fall any deeper, I'll surely drown.

 

For when I look into your eyes

I only see destiny. A place I long to be,

a place to build memories

and explore a future with you.

I wish to hand you my words,

for they describe how you mean so much,

and in such a short time you have made me

wish upon the moon and the sky, to once again fly.

 

And if the moon and stars can hear

the whisper of hearts, they will hear the words

that my mouth lays out.

And of those words there are but three,

a simple set to memorise.

For they are truth, they sit within me.

And though nobody knows

what may be on the cards,

you will always be the queen of hearts,

and I’d love to gift these three simple words

because they are the ones that sing

under my surface like the birds in the trees.

 

For I want you to know that you are loved,

that when I look at you, I see the sun,

for your light burns so bright

and it is the most glorious illumination.

So, would you accept this three worded

valentines gift from me?

I love you.