Cosmic branches

 

I’ve always had

a strange pact with fate,

I've seen futures played out,

before I’ve entered their space.

Swaying cosmic branches

of the universal tree, and us

the leaves floating into dreams.

 

I’ve witnessed echoes

of future memories,

like looking

through whispers

of frosted glass,

into a place somewhere

just ajar to this reality.

A trace of a life yet to be.

A taste of fruit from

the celestial tree.

 

You see,

I’ve lived in dreams

and seen such sights,

I have flown with futures

most every night.

I've seen the paths diverge,

into branching lines,

And I saw you.

A vision of future

emerging into my world

one heartbeat at a time.

 

Long ago in a world where

the skies roared with promise,

I saw you. Standing,

a vision of truth,

I saw you standing,

before. I knew you,

and more, I held you

and we flew, I'm sure.

 

For we were there

in the dreamworld haze,

together,

sharing the same breath,

in the very same place

as when I first

envisioned your face.

And in an instant, I knew

that our two

stories were linked.

That our ink was

freshly being written

into each other's skin.

A tattoo of a story

that was yet to begin.

A tattoo of a tree

with a heart on its skin.

 

I could see the pen slowly moving,

Like phantom branches in the breeze,

but I couldn't reach out to guide,

I just have to let the universe

take the pen and write, hoping

upon hope that the story

Is kind.

 

For life has often taken me

where I need to be,

when I've needed to be there.

Not when I want to be there,

but when the universe has decided

that the next page is turning.

And the pen hangs in the air,

Ink dripping from the nib,

I see your name and mine,

and I do wonder

what will be the next line?

Will our branches reach out and entwine?

A memory of rain

 

Take the trail through the city,

where dreams dye the ground

in oil smear agony.

Where the air is tainted

with the tears of a thousand neon angels.

Every cursed droplet stinging the skin.

The smell of acrid demon's breath

wafts through the grated gills

of the gutter swell,

and the looming towers

pierce the heavens as we walk through hell.

 

Past the graffiti scrawls,

haunted wails crawl

upon warped walls.

Through the disused station hall,

across the wasteland

that even the weeds avoid.

The pathway always circles back.

 

To this place at the beginning

of the end of the darkest night.

 

Where the heart stops

mid attack and screams.

A memory of rain.

Cleansing the streets,

when yesterday

was a burst watermain

of possibility that flowed

down the drain.

 

In the dead of polluted moonlight,

the man in black staggers past,

as he eyes up the backwater night.

A scream in the chasm of his mind.

like a shotgun blast, echoing

a scream of a past life,

left beaten in the overgrown steel forest.

Lost in his own head,

he staggers deeper into this place

he has come to dread.

 

The demons are rife,

but the man strides on by,

eyes to the ground,

watching the dying insects

clinging on to their final choking breaths.

 

Unstringed guitar with

warped wood, and cracked fretboard

hugs tightly against the wall,

to stop the world from crumbling.

A headstone to the life he fled,

for there is no calling in being good

when the night keeps on falling to the dawn.

The Watchman no more,

He heard the hum screaming his name

like a guitar amp feedback loop,

now his heart can’t bear to hear

another dawns song calling.

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.