Sunbeams in the heartstrings

 

Have you ever had

that sort of

kaleidoscope view,

a moment, where

the walls of reality

shift an inch or two,

and all seems

both clear and unclear.

Like glasses with

one lens smeared

and the other crystal clean.

Diamond eyes seen in twilight ripples.

 

One moment your heart is full of fear.

The next...

Everything just disappears,

and it’s like the best kind of dream.

 

Where two souls

connect instantly, over a

stardust sprinkled

coffee shop table.

Telling stories of memories

that feel like futures,

hands held in a melody of chemistry,

a monumental synchronicity,

a cosmological anomaly.

It’s like you've seen them

somewhere... Another memory...

Faded and unclear.

But it is stuck tightly in the folds

of your heart,

just beating a rhythm.

Trying to get out.

 

The view is foggy,

but everything feels fuzzy,

fully inviting you in,

startlingly full of hope.

A safety rope in a heavy gale.

Like a mug of cocoa after a storm,

you embrace the warmth,

and you let the thoughts sail.

 

And in a different plane

you’ve walked together, holding

sunbeams in your heartstrings.

You don’t know how you know this,

but you just know.

It’s like a shared dream that

blows in through the bedroom window.

A dream

where nothing bad can entertain.

 

And logic be damned you scream internally,

I’ll walk this pathway, because

I’ve walked it elsewhere,

and it splinters this reality.

 

When you look at it,

the pieces are fragmental,

but beautiful,

shards of memory

that feel

both real and untrue.

So, you just accept it

into your life, this weird view.

 

And it starts to

scramble your emotions,

in the most positive ways, like eggs

perfectly cooked,

with some added piquancy.

Like two shadows on a beach,

sharing the view, galaxies apart,

but pulling closer  every second

like the tides rolling in.

 

You just feel right, 

like this is something

altogether out of this life,

it is a cosmic glide

back to earth

and whilst you slow dive

you may as well enjoy

the way the air feels

so brisk, free

and right. Because

in the most abstract way,

it all feels like home.

Musicality of a moonlit reality

 

Under a full moon sky, I sigh,

the sigh of a happy heart, the sigh

of a contented poet. The love

in the eyes of the ancient satellite

gazes down upon me, and I feel

something bubbling inside - an energy

I thought I'd long denied; hope, love,

and the smile in my eyes. I feel free,

not concerned with judgemental glares.

I just live for every moment of beauty.

For there is musicality to this moonlit reality.

 

For I have found a peace

that for so long eluded me.

I am happier than when the story began,

and I still have whole chapters

to turn and explore. I never had a plan,

or any goal, but in not planning,

I found my role - my world that revolves

around the whole of us. This community

of humanity. This union of stars.

 

And in the air,

a sound soars like a bird of prey

seeking my ears to make a nest.

The whistle of the wind through the trees,

the windchime melody of a smile set free.

 

And under a buck moon skylight,

I dance. The dance of the night.

I feel alive. The first time in half a life.

Like someone has pressed play on a song

that I heard many moons ago,

one that had faded from my mind.

Now it spins again, a vinyl no longer

skipping the grooves. And I can't help

but to move to the delicious tune

that plays in vibrant, vivid day-glo.

 

And I let myself feel

the music of the universe

surging through my sore limbs,

urging them to start dancing,

and I can't stop. I want to feel

every blade of grass,

every dewdrop. Every buttercup love,

every daisy chain heart.

I want to feel truth,

and I want to share it all with you.

 

And I feel the sway of my hips,

the way the smile of the moon

falls from her face,

slips sensuously across my lips

like a first kiss, and I embrace the melody.

I feel the heartbeat that had flatlined in me,

now pounding a rhythm that can be

heard across aeons, across countless

galaxies.

 

For I feel alive, spinning around,

letting my limbs flail and fly.

The way music can survive

long after the record

has stopped revolving,

I am no longer consoling

the hurt parts of me.

For the song keeps on turning

in my awakened ears, in my excited head,

in the atoms that form the whole.

I feel in bloom, a freshness in my step,

a dance I had so long ago

forgotten to forget.

And I know that I'll never let the

darkness take hold anymore,

As this life is for the living

and I'm here for the after-party.

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.