In the midst of a space-dust fantasy

 

Do you dream of sparkling seas,

glittering pink in rippled memories of blue?

Do you walk in swaying hayfields of your truth,

dancing in a beautiful melody that breathes

through the magenta sighs of fading sunlight?

Do you shine your light on all that you do,

becoming the orange-hued sunset

on a canvas of purple twilight?

 

And if I was to walk your dreams with you,

would it feel like a joyride into

another life? A journal of love held high,

 

Or would it be a nightmare descent

full of terrifying scares? A fairground

rollercoaster crashing into a death trip dive.

Would you know that I am there

to hold you tight, whilst you put on

the finest air display for wanderlust eyes?

 

And in the midst of a space-dust fantasy,

do you think of me at all? Or am I just a face

appearing in the background haze?

As you clamber through the glassy maze

of a world where the fluid streets

shift with your gaze, rippling as they

circuit like a butterfly stippled in blue,

floating around a flower. A blossom

blooming brighter than the sun and moon.

 

Or does it all eclipse the view?

 

Plunging you into darkness,

where the light inside of you is flickering,

unable to break through the gloom.

 

Do you dream upside down, seeing

wonders that would turn the world neon?

Do you dream in song?

Do you become what you have always

longed to be, or does the light fall too soon,

saturated and broken into fragmental dreams?

 

And if I appeared, to hold out a hand,

lifting you higher, would you glide with me

through spectacular skies?

Would your light shine twice as bright?

Illuminating the world with new insight,

to see once more the beauty

and magic you store inside.

 

For I know in my dreams

when the darkness comes

and the fog consumes every sunset,

when the monsters emerge, upset,

from the cracks in the paving stones,

when the slime seeps into the streets,

and the light flickers - A strobing nightmare

scream, and I see the creatures…

Creep closer. To. Me.

 

I know that you lift my heart higher,

so that I can shower the world with light.

 

Do you dream in union, a parallel

communion, a communication across

aeons, a starlight sing-song, held beside

a campfire under a bright full moon?

Or do you wander alone,

thinking of a moment where

tender hands held on and the world

stopped mid-spin.

 

Well don't be scared, don’t let the fears bite,

for in this world, I can always shine my light,

as our cosmic connection allows us

to breathe in sync, and stays stronger

than any dream into which we sink.

Venus' Daughter

 

A fleeting dream soars in from the east

and I’m caught in its web-like dreamcatcher

threads, an ant in the cosmic wonderland,

strands wrapped around my heart strings.

And I wish for henna painted hands,

strumming a sitar as it blends into a viola,

a German opera, a restaurant band, becoming

an orchestra, whilst Celtic harps echo the sound

of my love, through mystic harmonious drones,

Spanish guitar overtones and luxurious

momentous tunes. A musical interlude of hope.

For music is the route to my soul

 

And if she sails across oceans to my frail silent bones,

I’ll let my heart be a home and my soul become a star.

 

So far away, and yet always near me.

Her heart sings soulfully like a songbird

before she takes to wing and flies on the wind.

Setting sight for a mystical union. A majestic composition.

 

Singing, 'guide me home, where I can sit,

wishing a drip feed of lips speaking in

little sips of love.'

 

And I'll slip into a daydream, heart aflutter,

as the blinds close and the light stutters

like a waterfall across my chest.

 

And her soul reflects diamond light,

and I feel myself wishing to caress

the treasure inside. To share the pleasure

of a spacewalk. As on this starry stage we rise.

 

To make first contact, like two alien souls

laying eyes on ultraviolet skies.

 

And she will sing in words alien to me,

a song of Venus’ daughter, to mars' son,

alone on a red stone, the ruby rock and the pink rose.

 

And as I crush so hard, my surface becomes crystal,

reflecting the rose's beauty to the stars

and the words become clearer.

As two worlds orbit nearer

 

And I can’t hide my feelings,

they dance in the vast orchestral

songs that the stars hum to lead us home.

So, I let them form, and I watch them shine.

And if they are not to be, I won’t dull this light.

For it guides the way I see.

I’ve renewed my love of me,

and with it, my love of everything

 

And I hum along with a song I heard in a daydream.

Unconditionally yours

 

Have I said too much?

I let it slip

in a whispered kiss,

a word that could

easily have been missed

if I had just let it

sit,

but I held on

too tightly

that it squeezed

out of my grip and

I blurted it loudly.

and your ears

must have felt it hit.

 

And now I quiver inside,

those butterflies

won’t settle down, I wait

for the ground to open…

But nothing. Not a gaping chasm,

nor a yawning hole to fall in.

 

So, I stand transfixed.

If I grow roots, then I may

become a tree, or a flower

wilting away. Why did I say

that word, the one I let

fall from my lips?

If I’d kept my heart

out of my throat,

it would have never dripped

onto the paving stones

beneath your feet.

 

And I wait, as time ticks by

so slowly,

a trickling river running dry,

like my mouth from fear,

for I said too much,

I should have 

kept those words clear,

I should have stayed away,

but I said the words

I always wanted you to hear.

And wait. Why am I worrying?

It doesn’t matter either way,

I love you, it’s simply true,

so, I’ll let those words stay

and I’ll carry the weight,

because I don’t need

answers

to questions

that don’t require response

for my love is unconditionally yours.