Reflecting starlight

 

The slow cool drizzle

tickles my dirty face.

Trickles race down the canyons

that tears have worn away.

I smile,

as I walk head held high,

the slick asphalt shines.

Crossing light reflections.

I reflect on circumspect

feelings. Too scared to

grab the future.

So, I stay in line,

avoiding the cracked

crazy paving pathways.

All I ever seem to find.

 

I sidestep the puddles

of misery that line the mind.

I shimmer through the tree-lined

streets I find. I smile,

as I walk head held high.

Letting go, a sighing breath.

The branches of yesterday

brushing past me,

Too fearful was I to live,

that I walked a slow death.

 

Concrete towers

block out the soothing moon,

but I know I'll see her soon.

I carry the weight

of so many years 

on my back,

feels like I'll snap,

but instead, I smile,

as I walk head held high.

Along these lanes,

glistening puddles,

reflecting starlight

into my eyes.

 

 

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On the flipside

 

On the flip side

of the dream veil.

A distant shoreline

where her dreams sail.

She sees the tides

float and fall

and the gulls

waving to and fro.

Sand trickles from high,

like snow in a snow globe,

shaken and put aside.

Everything where it should be,

only twisted into a circus picture show.

 

Then here becomes there,

beacons flare.

Every night she ends up here,

in someone else's dreams.

She sees him.

The poet.

In between

the shimmering trees, behind leaves, 

hiding in the pages.

Scared he looks.

The creator of this world.

Not a god, just a builder.

Connected, by a fine strand of hair,

that floats on his lost stare.

 

It's always so wonderful to visit,

if only she could tell him,

but their paths

always divert.

She thinks he knows.

She can feel the hurt

in the deep purple hues,

that she sees,

when the view becomes askew.

 

She sees the forests he constructs,

perfectly highlighting the moon,

never obstructs the view,

just frames it

like a photograph taken only for you.

She hears the wolf howling a tune,

and the watchman strumming along.

She walks the mazes of his mind.

Always leaving a breadcrumb trail behind,

never in fear of the things she'll find.

 

On the flip side

otherworldly thoughts collide,

to which she is somehow tied.

A thread to this other mind.

A shared destiny entwined.

If only the twisting paths

would converge,

magic could emerge

from these merged dreams.

 

 

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They

 

They announce they are there,

in the whispers of the air,

but our ears don't hear

the words spoken here.

We just amble along.

Keep calm. Carry on.

If we knew the darkness that sat

just in the corner of the room,

or the creatures that chatter

in the midnight gloom.

If we could see or hear,

we would end up

quivering, wrecked,

and braindead with fear.

 

They jostle and hustle all around,

as we go about life's bustle,

not hearing a sound.

They walk in front,

and we see right through them,

but we sense the affront,

to the life we once knew.

If they get hold of your mind

they chew it up and spit it out.

Feasting on the would'ves,

the could'ves, the should'ves.

They use you. Abuse you,

fill you with doubt.

Making you feel all alone,

whilst they are feeding on your fear.

Fear that has been fleshed out,

given a body, that you call home.

 

On the babble of the wind

beneath the rippling

frequencies we can hear.

In the range of light we can't see.

They keep stalking me.

Walking just a step,

a breath away.

They can't get you,

if you are feeling positive.

If the mood starts to lift,

they drift on torment and misery,

like it's some rift of a wide-open sea.

 

You can feel them sometimes

when the hairs of your neck pinprick up.

When you get goosebumps on a warm day,

When something makes you jump.

You will know they are around

in that moment when you are drifting,

into a sound peaceful sleep,

and suddenly you fall into the bed,

sinking, scared. You know your alone.

Yet your heart is pounding

a drum beat in your head.

That's when they are close.

Think of something pretty instead.

 

Thanks for reading

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