A glance of symbolism

 

Your face is a poem, lyrically

alluring, alluding to mysteries.

A million stories, an

overflowing ocean of dreams.

An abundance of song,

a glance of symbolism.

Your glistening lips,

shimmering in the midday sun,

the dancing smile within.

 

The onomatopoeia of your eyes

and we are one. You are I,

a seer of my soul, and I am

yours, whole.

As time ticks on, we wave into

the brilliant blue. I muster the

courage to dive deep through

iris hearts, pounding seas.

Soft souls live inside,

pupil to master, lover, guide.

Decoding secrets

whispered in subtle sighs.

 

Your tongue softly curls around

a rhyme, sounds sublime

from inside, subtle sweetness,

the sugar taste of those words.

A flick of a kiss, a gentle

breath of wind, like a swift shift

to the passing of time.

And your cheeks gleam

rose-petal flowerbeds,

perfect clean red, the

blooming thoughts painted

through the canvas in my head.

 

The wave of the hair,

sweeps around

seashell ears in pools of

wonder. A shoreline of

beauty. And the smile

lines that my eyes behold

share the laughter

of so many days, and stories told,

the hope of a boat floating

somewhere hurt has no name.

 

And your face is a poem, for it

frames the world with beauty.

It shames those that wish to

ruin its dignity, it smiles in the face

of the mean, it sings at the pain,

and it blows kisses to the wind.

And hateful hearts won't ever see

the truth that lives in those eyes,

for like a mother it cradles cries

and gifts so much more inside,

the exquisite creative mind, and

the surface shines

a smile in the face of adversity.

Reclaiming life

 

She sits, nails bitten to the quick.

Fear chiselled into eyes. He places

his heavy hand upon her thigh,

bruises hidden by time,

grips a little too tight, a wince.

He grins through

cigarette-stained teeth,

faint smell of alcohol.

A scent of death lingers behind him,

as if no good can ever orbit his world,

as she flinches away, instinctively, no fight,

letting her thoughts fly to another sky.

 

Will she, one day, say 'no more'

depart on a different bus?

I wonder, if she knows she can escape

to somewhere beyond the pain, through

the grey slate rain that has poured for days.

 

In hope I pray she runs.

If any deity is listening,

grant her strength, I say

under my breath.

But faded, distant gods

don't ever listen to prayers

when you whisper them

to the shore. For she is sure

he will change when the wind

diverts its course.

 

He leers at the girl

walking the concrete,

through beer-goggle vision.

Fourteen, can't be any more,

and I'm shocked to my core.

Can man fall any more?

And outside lightning glares

through the atmosphere.

An angry god, I think in hope.

And in the strobe lighting

I see enlightenment, frightening,

this is no man, but a demon

in the flesh, drooling as he stares.

 

She sits nails bitten,

no claws to scratch back.

But she looks into his eyes,

sees nothing inside. Nothing worth

a moment of time. No love, no hope.

Just oozing slime of a demon mind,

and she screams inside. No fucking more.

She hands him back the keys to his flat.

And walks into the night.

 

And I smile under fluorescent station light.

And say well done, stay strong.

Reclaiming starlight

 

I sit and I count the stars,

one for every dream I let drift,

one for every hope I missed,

one for every blown kiss

I let float from my grip.

 

A constellation formed

of moments I wish I could re-live.

 

And I watch out over the silence of night.

Heart lodged tight in my mouth.

Try as I might to swallow it,

down, a bitter pill sits,

a lump in my throat, a stone,

a memento of love that couldn’t

ever grow.

 

Why do fairytales have

so many stings in their tails?

 

Where do lonely boats go

when there is no water to sail?

 

if I give my heart, what if it is too frail?

 

I watch reality strip away.

 

A crumbling sky leaves no hope in sight.

 

What if it all starts to fail?

Do I still have enough inside?

 

I let the questions fall to my feet.

For no answers wait on that lonely pathway,

and the needle of time skips a beat,

a song playing on repeat, as reality sews itself

into a beautiful tapestry.

 

And I watch out over the spellbound night.

Her magic dusts a new pathway in sprinkles.

So instead, I search for the heartbeat

inside, and I dance to the rhythm of time,

over the dancefloor she has laid out for me.

 

And I let my arms reach up high,

for I see in my mind’s eye, an answer.

Love is everywhere,

love is the song in the air,

love speaks delicate whispers,

love catches you when you fall.

 

And I grab and I pluck back every tear,

I take back every moment of fear,

every swollen river of hurt,

every painful memory.

 

And now I reclaim the stars.

One for every dream I let drift,

one for every hope I let fall from my grip,

and I fold them into origami swans,

let them float 

across the lakes of my heart.

A waterway of art

where boats are free to sail.