Explorer

 

I wish to swim in waves

of auburn hair, the perfect escape

like autumn leaves over a beautiful landscape.

Songs delicately piercing the air.

Whilst I bask in the wonder of you.

I wish to look into those eyes so blue,

and witness everything you have seen,

all you've ever been. Every dream that flows

through you. I wish to place my hands

on your uncharted lands, gently exploring

every stretch, every shoreline, every divine inch

of these lands that glow

with a glorious internal sunshine.

And I want to hear the sounds purr

around as I’m discovering this place so fine.

 

I wish to taste every fruit

that hangs from every tree,

letting the juices flow over me

as I’m soaking in the beauty

of this newly discovered country.

I wish to forage in every bush,

to find all of the lush berries that

bring me to my knees.

I wish to drink from

your cooling springs,

whilst dancing under your heavens,

as you gently sing a song

that says everything.

 

I wish to treat this place kindly,

I won’t devour the land entirely,

I won’t build monstrosities,

or carve away 

the beauty to keep as trinkets.

I’ll take every memory

and store it internally.

Leaving this land as clean

and as flawless as I found it.

But I’ll take a moment to worship

at the temple. I’ll lay under

every rose petal,

I’ll sample every delight.

I’ll stay day and night,

just to walk this

ravishing countryside.

11:33 Where the darkness meets the light

 

The cold wind blows through,

wrapping me in its icy blanket

as I breathe condensation

to the condescending air.

11:32

Not even midnight.

Not even late

But you have soured

the taste with your

bitter tirade.

 

You spiked every drink with spite,

soured my food

then forced fed another bite.

You over-seasoned my mind with doubt,

clouding my skies with questions,

like why am I here? Why does nobody care?

Would anyone notice if I vanished into nothing?

Making me think I don’t belong in the same air,

then later telling me that I was wrong,

you just wanted me to feel strong

by filling me with fear.

11:32

and I’m in the middle of nowhere.

No hope to cling to, just an empty sky,

yet I’m grasping for the air.

 

And I feel the cold against my eyes

as the tears trickle down from the corners.

In my blurred corneas all I see

is the city light,

the traffic driving so fast below me.

but it’s all blurred into a mind flare

and I could jump. I could let go

and take that step into the air.

11:32 and I’m clinging on to the only thoughts

that I have ever known to be true.

That my heart is love,

maybe you can’t see that

through you dirt crusted view.

 

And as I’m wobbling precariously

I wonder what the world would say

about me, what would be written the next day?

11:32 the questions buffer through,

what if they knew the truth about you?

How you get so scared, how you feel so blue,

how so alone it feels even in a crowded room.

How the only comfort is the words you use.

And how few have actually seen the real you.

 

But then I see that star.

The one that shines every night.

The one that lightens the load on my mind.

And for a second. A smile. Then two seconds.

Then a minute.

And I’m being held in this moment.

Tightly.

Warmly.

Loved.

And if it isn’t real

I don’t really care,

For right now

it is stopping me falling.

For I’m not alone.

And those voices I hear so loudly

are only bad memories played internally.

11:33 and I walk away

and I let the nighttime guide me

for there are always better things

that sit where the darkness meets the light.

Dreaming

 

Someone once asked this,

can dreams really exist?

And in my mind, I’m thinking

of a moment of bliss somewhere

where, yes, those dreams live,

They don’t always come easy,

they don’t always

present themselves with a bow,

wrapped in ribbons and a note,

But they sort of float through the air

and if you just throw out your hand,

grab them like a shooting star,

pull them into your heart,

let its warmth

be the spark

to warm their core,

then for sure those dreams can

always walk through your door.

 

But can they REALLY exist?

Can reality and dream

merge into a world where

Sunsets sit in tangerine kisses,

and the waterfalls flow around us,

could this be a reality

or is it just deluded fantasy,

poetic reveries playfully paraded as

a destination where we can be?

And I say yes.

Anything can happen with

the power of a kiss,

the magic of a heart that beats,

the lifting song of the sky,

the droplets of tears that form a sea

in which to dive.

Anything can be true,

if you believe in you.

 

But if dreams can be real,

if they really exist,

then why do we not

always live in this magic?

Because pain and hurt,

though tragic, are needed to

break through the static.

To lift the highs even higher.

To make those sighs sing softer

and to give us new pathways to follow.

Our dreams are already real.

We feel magic every single day,

in every smile raised,

in every heartbeat raised,

in every note played.

So, tune out the noise

and tune in to the heart,

and let the songs sway you

into a world of dreams.