The end of the beginning

 

The summer night warmth

swept through the station.

The sun setting over the horizon,

casting the church in the distance

into silhouette. Billy sat,

as he had for weeks, months.

His words now flowed like a river,

and a spark of hope had burned away

the darkness inside. But in that time,

the face he saw in dreams

was still just a wispy memory to him.

Some dreams are not meant to be,

he whispered sadly.

 

As he glanced back

down at his page

something caught his eye.

A shadow against the sunset halo.

A voice singing high. An angel.

But those words.

Those words.

He knew them by heart,

for they were his heart,

laid out on a page.

His art given a new stage.

 

Melody sang,

every emotion

came flooding out.

Every happy tear,

every soulful line,

every smile.

Truth underlined.

She sang with all of her heart,

except the part she was holding open

in hope that he would walk in

and hold her there.

 

Billy fought the embarrassment,

always feared being centre of attention.

Now the whole station looked at him.

But in a moment of bravery, affection and

a realisation,

he listened to the song of destiny.

For the words said all they need to say.

'Come explore this world with me,

we have so much to see.'

 

And to melody he ran,

holding her hand.

Into eyes they gazed.

a feeling of belonging.

Of longing.

A shadow silhouette of a kiss

emblazoned by the sun.

 

The End of the Beginning

A realisation

 

Melody sings,

only this time

her voice

reaches out

and dances with

the very stars,

that her soul

is flying within,

and they twinkle

in applause.

Her heart pours out

in every soulful line.

The voice of an angel.

The voice of hope.

But is it wrong...

 

These words

are not my own,

she thinks.

They belong to...

That’s it, she says.

I need to speak,

to let him see

that his words

are unique.

That he is unique.

That he is...

In her head

there was a line unsaid,

just a thread of something more.

She wanted to see him again.

Needed to be sure.

 

Closing the door behind her

she bounded into the night.

The song stuck on her tongue,

the moonlight guiding her way.

She is not wrong. She knows

somewhere deep in her bones.

It was in his eyes, deep inside,

a smile breaking to get out,

and she wanted

to hold that smile tight.

 

To Be Continued 

Transparent thoughts

 

Trying to organise

those transparent thoughts

that burst like a supernova

within me. A cosmic orchestra piece

being played on instruments

that are ever so slightly out of key.

I fell in love with a dream

that was never supposed to be,

but I looked at infinity

and she stared back at me.

 

I try to change the running track,

swap the music, pick another path.

But as my sweat drenched fingers click

on the app I realise that the songs

are only in my head

and they are drowning all the thoughts

that normally reside in there.

 

What if I turn the clock back?

will that change the path, or leave me

stranded an island paradise instead?

Just me and the sands of time laying ahead.

I slide my fingers over her hands

and she drifts away,

fine sand in sunless skies.

My beached heart cries.

 

If only I could find an off switch,

blank out this mind twitch,

find a different stich

to start to unravel ,

then maybe my mind

could once again travel

to some far away star,

where I can listen

to the sound of my heart

without hearing my

own transparent thoughts

saying to just let yourself be happy

for once, let time take

you on her dance

and let love in.