Still beating

 

I give my heart, still beating,

yearning, still burning.

To store forever with yours.

 

You could place it in a jar

on the mantlepiece,

study every beat it makes.

 

You could take it on journeys,

share magic moments

under the moons midnight glow

 

Treasure chest still sits empty,

from where heart once sat,

but I don't desire it back.

 

The heart is now yours to keep,

store it close to you,

feel the love in each drumbeat.

 

I give my heart, my love guide.

It heard all other hearts,

it picked you, to stand beside.

 

Forever is a long time

yet still not enough

if it all ends without you.

 

 

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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle

Under a canopy of dreams

 

Lost in the pages

of an ever-growing forest.

Moss speaks in storied verse,

it whispers to us, messages

as delicate as a light breeze.

Words that can never

be unheard once received.

Stones unearthed reveal

another universe beneath,

where life scurries, their purpose to

entwine the strands, pulling the vines

underlining this enshrined wonderland.

Giving the words a space to breathe.

 

Enthralling chapters captured

in aging bark,

every scratch mark,

a library index card,

pointing out new parts

of the always expanding scenery.

The green shrubbery

exclaiming words of love

towards

the spring sky above.

 

In the hearts of trees

rings engraved in history,

sharing memories

of life's high watermarks.

Birds tweet out their stories,

a wolf barks

setting his thoughts free,

bees soar

to hear the buzz of

the canopy above

as it bounces the words

far and wide,

from seashore

to vast countryside.

 

Every scrawled romantic drawing

glows in the sunrise dawning.

They flip past, a blur of words,

spreading their wings

they swoop like birds.

Underneath this green leaf awning,

life is a love story calling.

 

In the dirt and soil

there are new

story buds forming,

growing roots that echo

in the dusk light falling.

The moon awakens whole new life.

This forest of words always alive.

Below illuminated glistening branches,

enlightened by the moonlight chandelier,

fairies tell tales of romance,

whilst dancing in the wonders

of the celestial sphere.

 

 

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My latest book, "Journey"

the third part of my "Travels with pen trilogy"

is now available, with all of my other books, 

at Amazon

 

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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle

The eternal search for answers

 

There are beings aplenty, waiting

patiently at the gates.

Every class and race.

Mercenaries and kings,

paupers and celebrities.

The five eyed beasts from sector three.

Humanoids and cyborgs from various planets

across the galaxy.

The wolf like lycantites, all bark and no bite.

They wait, in line,

no raised voices or angry sighs.

 

And still they come,

serpentoids, slithered across light years,

eight headed octopuses,

who pack in like sardines

on special liquid filled busses.

The crystalis from the diamond planet,

the twinkling world

that emits the brightest light,

which sits just five space clicks

away from the absolute darkness

at the very edge of the universe.

From there you can see  the chasm of the abyss.

Where the dust cloud beings live.

They float here on the cosmic gales,

from when the giant galactic frog exhales.

All come with one universal purpose,

one cosmic reason, to seek meaning.

When the colossal doors open,

here within the grand library

at the end of time.

 

There are books as far as the eye can see,

walkways lined with glass

so, you can view the burning rivers

flowing along the ground below you,

ending in waterfalls racing, cascading

into the planets core.

This power the vast space.

It would take more than a human century

to travel from end to end, 

a lifetime of walking for homo sapiens.

 

Every book from every land,

every story spoken upon the whispered wind.

Every pen held in every hand.

Every answer to every question asked.

The task. 

To find the right questions to ask.

Sentient shelves stretch off

into the heavens above,

sorting the stories and lining them up.

 

 

Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0DFV8N7XH

 

Please buy a copy if you can

it would really help me
continue to do this.

Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle