Fragments of a broken sky

 

Fragments

of a broken sky

fall, like the

scattershot

daydreams

that once flew so high.

I catch them.

Every one.

Confetti memories

of days in the sun.

 

Fragments of wonder soar

through the cracked atmosphere,

the fractured membrane of

the place where yesterday’s tears

pool up, before

raining down some more.

I let each teardrop soak me.

Each one heavier than the last.

Each one a bigger splash

and I’m soaked through.

Ring me dry and I’d cover

the land in ocean.

Ring me and I’d answer

in floods of emotion.

 

Fragments of yesterday.

Fragments of today,

scattered with memories

and snapshots of days.

I can still taste the lips of

happier times, but now

I slip and fall to the ground.

 

Fragments of you

as I walk through fields of truth.

The grass always grey

without the colour of hope

to paint the day.

Fragments of you, when through

the fields I sway.

The dew colluding to always

soak through these shoes,

but each step makes the energy thrive,

because every bone,

every heartbeat feels more alive

than they have ever felt in life.

 

And even

when standing alone

in a downpour,

I catch raindrops

and store every delicate touch.

For each is like

your fingers gently stroking

my cheeks, your love streaks

through my heart

and my pulse reaches a peak.

Queen of hearts

 

We are all just searching

for that lost

slice of happiness,

that moment of clarity,

when the mind focuses

and through the blurred outlines

an image becomes more defined.

The signs all align to say this road is the one.

The destination is on the horizon,

and your heart will run free.

 

The last play of the song.

The queen of hearts

was never wrong.

And she sings

to let us know that

our thoughts are never alone

on this long road to the place

we will call home.

 

I listen to her and I’m mesmerised.

She doesn’t see her own shine,

she doesn’t hear the lilting rhythm of time

singing through her lips, every breath a kiss.

For she is home.

She is hope

in a world still so ill-defined.

The queen of hearts

plays her cards

and the fool sits unaware

that she lays them out for him only.

 

For we are all searching,

looking for that

last slice of happiness.

That moment of levity,

a fleeting second of brevity

where we let go of the frailty

of our feelings, so brittle and weakening,

and levitate above it all

as we accept hope

to set up home in our hearts.

Where the song continues to play.

 

And in our hearts

we know the words better

than any that we have ever had to say,

for the words talk of love in spades,

that diamond light

of a star setting the sky ablaze.

And our minds club

these words together into a simple phrase.

Three words laid out for eternity.

Cards played.

We live our lives in the hands

of the queen of hearts.

 

 

 

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for love that can never be

 

She makes me see stars

whilst I walk around

with my head in the clouds.

She makes me feel so alive,

so high, like I’m bubbling inside,

she makes me smile so wide.

For I found the girl

that sings the stars

to sleep at night.

 

And when

she opens my eyes

with a softly spoken word,

when she cuddles the night,

the world turns

so much faster.

A superstar of hearts

I’m drawn to her like the

tides to the moon,

and I’m tied to the thought

that nothing this good

could be true,

but then she speaks

and I know that love lives

in her lips.

I could close my eyes

and see her face painted 

in the colours that

dance behind my eyelids,

those blue eyes, that smile,

every perfect inch of her.

 

And I sigh.

Knowing that

I will always

walk right on by,

because love can never fly

as its wings are tied

like the tongue in my mouth.

So, I let my thoughts fly south,

away from this room

where love won’t ever bloom

because the flowers are watered

under the watchful eye

of a saddened full moon.

 

And I wish for that girl

to find happiness and warmth,

love that overcomes all.

I wish for her

to see how wonderful

and magical she makes the world feel,

for she deserves the stars,

the moon, the earth and the sea.

And I wish silently

that she would one day see

some hope in me.