Locked in a heartbeat

 

I’ve been drifting

these last weeks,

seeing my energy shifting

and finding myself lost

in its static, I’ve found

my mental state starting to flag,

and those flags are swaying

in the winds that flow in so heavily.

 

I’ve been lost.

A stranger in my own mind,

walking a path that wasn’t mine.

Reading from a book

where the wrong passages

were underlined.

Where I couldn’t find answers

for they were not written for me,

but for a person that lived in my body

so many years previously.

 

You see I’ve changed with the seasons.

I’ve become weather-beaten,

but that has softened some of my edges

it has weakened some of my defences.

It has shown that speaking of hope

is not a weakness, but a release,

but I see now the mist is clearing.

I know what I need to do with my life.

I am a poet. My words are my truth,

and they speak of the love I hide,

So, when I speak of love,

know that I speak of you.

 

They speak of the one

that I won’t name aloud.

For fear is a cloud

that brings too many storms

to this town.

So, I’ll stand on stage

with a book in hand

and I’ll sing of love.

I’ll swim in the glow,

knowing that the magic is all true,

and if you know too

then please hold it within

wherever your path leads you.

For love is universal

and it flows in the atoms,

so, it matters not if our bodies connect

for our souls are locked in a heartbeat.

We live in unknown dreams

 

We live in the oddity,

the uncomfortable

reality, where our bodies

only work in 3 dimensions,

but our souls

are everywhere all at once.

I can be in my room,

but my mind is with you.

I can be lost in a woodland

dream, when my body is

somewhere

laid out in a different life.

The moments that sweep through us,

mere ghosts of time,

always seeking tomorrow

when tomorrow is just a fiction

as time only lives in the now.

And how

when I close my eyes

I see your blue sky

and I feel just a little bit

closer to fine.

 

We live in the sentiments,

in the monuments,

in the moments when there is

nothing and everything.

Because our hope springs eternal,

and our love sits external

where it drifts on clouds.

Whilst our internal thoughts

cloud us in uncomfortable

designs.

I sign a heart on a page

that I then set alight.

Letting the embers drift so high.

because our hearts are eternal

and can already fly.

 

We live in the unknown.

A Schrodinger’s world of

who we are and who we show,

who we want to be, and with whom.

It’s a swirling masterpiece

of colours. Soft brushstrokes teasing those

flows of reality into their own playground.

Switching the view. But the constant

pull of the gravity in you is consistently

making me feel as though the world

is trying to paint itself as

the perfect place for me and you.

A light glow

 

Over a frozen lake

the ice starts to crack

but no one is here to witness

nor to hear

the echoing rumble

through the chill air,

as the chasms

expand and stretch.

Answering a question

long asked,

but alas no one was there

to bask in the moment

the answer called back.

 

And in the distance

a light glow

breaching the darkness

of the horizon,

like a marching army

holding torches aloft.

A light show

as the sun, 

still yawning

stretches out

from somewhere below

the hillside view,

and softly tickles the sky,

awakened from its slumber

by the rumbling echo.

 

A bird tweets

a shrill singing,

beautifully ringing

through the slowly

evaporating mist.

The chill starts to lift,

as the sun shares her warmth

and gifts the scene 

serenity and bliss.

The world continues to turn,

as it hurtles along.

A commute it makes

across the aeons.

Through the bleakness

of space.

To keep life ticking on,

as time keeps her

unsteady pace.