Thursday, 16 April 2026

Where hope crosses fear

 

In that place

where our

shared roads

intersect.

The place

where two paths

connect.

Where hope crosses fear,

in a symbol of defiance.

A symbol of grace.

I stand and wait.

Knowing that your heart

and mine will beat

together.

 

I wait.

Endless aeons.

Not in fear,

nor in haste.

Just stood here

awaiting fate.

For in times subtle

shifting

prisms,

I know, that somewhere

our love

listens

to those

ticking clocks

slowing down

as time unwinds

to let eternity

become

our moment,

 

And time ticks slower...

Every second flicks the

ashes of another day

into the aether. And time it seems

has no meaning, when all is to be revealed

when eternal hearts are beaming.

And I wait, on this crossed pathway

as existential dread drifts away

like sand in an hourglass, trickling

as the moments gently pass.

 

And if we put our trust

in each other to pull together

our pathways then we can

walk this journey,

two sunbeams entwined,

as the clock hands hold each other,

to mimic yours and mine.

While we stand under vermillion skies

watching the liquid sun gently sigh

as time opens its arms wide

to let the celestial love inside.

Because time has no meaning

if those seconds silently slumber,

but with love flowing rivers,

every moment is a new sky

revealing itself to the

swirling atoms of the seasons.

 

And time ticks slower

when I think of you and me,

because eternity is our destiny.

A place beyond forever,

where the everlasting

becomes just a distant memory.

A long-ago faded star,

while we live

in the now and the evermore.

Yet still,

I believe that If I could

count the years,

I would ask for more.

If it would be just us here,

sharing this love

until even the final tick

dissolves into dust.

Beneath the layers

 

I want to see you naked.

Not your skin revealed,

but your soul underneath.

I want to feel your thoughts,

both the soft, and the sharp,

the smooth and the grainy.

The jagged and the flat.

I want to sit with your intellect 

and connect with every thread,

sewing our stories together,

Binding the notepad, with our

imagination and our truth.

 

I want to stand in your weather,

Whether it is hot and sunny,

stormy and rainy

or snowing in your heart.

I want to see the you

that most don’t look to,

the version that

sits in everything you do.

I want the oceans to part

so I can explore you depths,

the seabed where treasure is kept.

 

I want to see every wrinkle,

every dimple,

every smudged lipstick smear,

and every mascara tear, every smile.

I want to feel the way

your mind witnesses

the love and the hurt,

the hope and the fear.

I want to run in your forests,

across your isles,

and lay in the fields

that you hold dear.

 

I want to see beneath

the layers,

away from masks,

with no makeup applied.

I want to see your eyes up close,

and feel the pull of your tides.

I want to swim

in the reflective glow

of every part of you,

because in truth

you are beautiful.

Wednesday, 15 April 2026

Magic of touch

 

The magic of contact.

An arm around the waist,

a gentle stroke

across your wrist,

a delicate kiss from fingertips

upon skin.

The way a hug feels like bliss

and that nothing could ever hurt again.

 

It’s something

we neglect,

the gentle touch,

the way two arms

can interlock,

helping us to trust

that your feet wont

suddenly

stop

in shock

and forget how

to stand

on the spot

suddenly falling,

flailing

into

the hole that

has opened up.

 

The magic touch.

Just a light breath on a papyrus page,

a feather against the grain,

a slight fleeting

moment of contact, which eases

the internal acid rain.

Stops the conflict in the brain,

to remind that being human

is all about play and love conquers pain.

 

The magic of a finger drawing

hearts upon your canvas,

the way every delicate line

lingers before fading

in a momentary connection

to the universal mind.

The way a hand holding tight,

feels divine,

making this world feel

less of an ordeal

and more like

your head has taken flight

into a sky full of dreams.

 

The magic of touch,

a hug holding you like

a warming blanket of love.

The way we connect like jigsaw pieces 

so perfectly linked.

I thank the universe above

and the world all around

for those that held me

when I was lost on a cloud.

When I felt the world crumbling

as the walls all started to fall down,

holding me tight

on those darkened nights.

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