Simple things

 

Sometimes it is

the simplest of things,

the way your hug feels like

sunshine caressing the skin

then holding on during

a cold spring evening.

Never letting the cool wind get in.

I could never feel

the sting of a winter chill

with your heart holding mine still.

The way your eyes dazzle

with so much life inside,

sparkling on a clear night

and I’m flying to the stars,

loving the way

the winds lift me so high.

 

The way your smile lights

even the darkest corners of the room.

The darkest corners of the mind.

I can see clearly for the first time,

and I find that this heart of mine

can’t fight the love it feels.

You will always be

the queen of hearts to me,

a star, a diamond light

that deserves to shine

brighter than the sun in the sky.

You make me feel younger

every time we are together. I get giddy,

dizzy as if the world is spinning too fast

like the most perfect fairground ride,

on a beautiful summer night.

 

It feels like electricity,

the buzz, the tingling in the belly,

the feeling that at any point

you can be floored

by the current rushing through you.

And I have to stay grounded,

or I would float away on a stray cloud,

like a balloon left to explore the air,

where I would soar to the moon.

to always be watching down upon you.

In awe of the beauty

and wonder that surrounds you.

 

It is sometimes the simplest of things.

The way a hug can feel like swimming

in an everlasting ocean,

and knowing that you will never drown

for the water is holding on tight, and to see you

in the night is like a lighthouse

shining upon my life.

To see you during a day

is like a songbird singing only to me,

showing me new pathways.

And to see you for the rest of my life

would be heaven to me.

An ode to a day yet to be

 

A gift in words, a poem to say

what the flowers would try to convey,

if instead of just swaying in the heat

they could be words on the breeze.

An ode to a day yet to be,

where we travel any roads

that care to greet our steely hearts.

And if the gravel should get between our toes

and the heat from the burning sun should

try to overcome,

then we will shelter in our own arms,

for love once tied will never be undone.

 

Just a few words

to share how when I breathe air

I feel my lips saddened

by the lack of your presence in the

soft pillow atmosphere,

How my lips despair

that they are alone

Parted waiting for your heart to become  

the final part of this circuit of love,

to spark the dreams to start.

Those fairytale journeys embarked

upon clouds in the stardust skies.

 

So I’ll gift a flow of words

that once heard

will speak only to you,

for my love is a two person play,

It doesn’t demand a cast of actors,

or an audience of many.

Just your eyes looking into mine,

as the silhouette of you

becomes more defined,

as you step closer through

the moonlit halo that encircles you.

All I care about is here.

All I care about is true.

 

Our hearts beating in time,

our eyes never looking away

as your lips touch mine

and the credits roll. 

The end of the beginning

of this perfect play.

A stage show musical

where our hearts dance

across brightly lit stages of fairytale dreams.

 

And in some fancy stage craft magic

we will be whisked away,

to the stars above,

that sway and sing

their songs of love

through the rafters.

For you are the star I see

when I look to the sky for answers,

You are the love

that dances in the moonlight.

You are everything right

in a world that feels left behind.

You are forever

and that is where I want to fly.

Marching into destruction

 

Can we hang on to this

moment of peace? 

Just us in the moonlight please.

I’m sick of hanging my head in shame,

whilst outside our windows

the world is screeching in pain.

Can we just hold it all in?

Let the noise ease.

I pray for us.

I say of course

that I’m not fussed

but the war drums

are calling us.

 

Those marching feet

Left, right. left, right.

Both sides

want to fight

but us on the outside

just want to let the world

unite.

Untie those binds

of generations,

the patriotism

for our slave nations.

 

I won’t pick up your stones.

I won’t throw a rock.

I won’t look down a barrel stock

at another human running in shock

when the torn sky

cries its fire down upon them.

 

Your propaganda

doesn’t work with me.

I won’t stand wearing our flag,

it doesn’t represent me.

I resent the hate

shown in my name,

and I won’t stain

this beautiful world

with blood,

nor be a mouthpiece for

those that think that we should.

For I believe

humanity should be saved,

for our souls can all align,

if we tune out the division

forced over the airwaves.

 

I won’t pound my fist

to the beat of your drum,

I won’t hiss and screech

at someone born under the same sun

just because I’m told to fight.

I won’t believe a word said

by those on the left or the right,

by those that have proven

time and time again

that they can never be trusted.

Instead, I’ll open my arms

and say ‘take refuge within’

for this is our world

and we can all live side by side,

enjoying the ride

or we can fight and die

never to see another sunrise fill our eyes.

I know which one I’d choose.