I see a face.

 

I see a face.

Distant. Painful

tears glisten

in the sheet rain.

I stress.

She is distant,

so far away,

but

so close.

Distressed

sobs

echo through

the wind.

Not in sync

with the face.

Uneasily I freeze,

stuttering

like a glitching

computer screen.

 

It's like

I could touch her,

but my hand

would float right through,

caressing the air,

disturbing the atoms

that cloud my sight.

Swirling

the vapour

of her tears,

as she shimmers

and fades

into the night.

Just a ghost.

A visage of emptiness,

loss and unhappiness.

Stood still.

a reminder of

a distant year,

glistening under

the moonlight glare.

 

 

 

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Grains of time

 

Afloat, a rowing boat island of one.

Who is sailing the sands away from me?

Where are guiding tides taking it?

I see it, just a fading memory of you,

sand blending into the horizon view.

And then it was gone.

Now alone

in this ever-darkening sea.

I rise on hills of water

then fall as they leave,

dispersing into the

liquid blackness beneath.

Always alone it seems

on these ever-increasing seas.

 

I see hope.

A boat. Sailing

or is my eyesight failing?

A mirage

in the middle distance.

It fades away

unaware of my perilous existence

Storms collide with my little rowboat

I'm surprised it survives

the lows and the highs

I'll be more surprised

if it survives the night.

 

I witness the joyous sun

dive into the waters.

No splash, just a distant light cast,

then darkness masses

on the space left.

I see a silver guide

take its place,

high and full of pride.

but it too

takes to the waves

when the sun

comes up for air.

Neither sees me there.

Just a witless witness

of their basking delight.

 

In the distance

an island

swimming towards me.

 Welcoming it seems,

as it comes closer.

A place I've seen

in countless dreams.

The beautiful place

where the golden sand shines,

and I know you walk across

these fine grains of time 

and I smile.

 

 

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Where day meets night

 

Where the day

meets the night,

light blends

with dark.

Bending through

the atmosphere.

Dancing skies,

embark

around this globe,

this sphere.

As nightly,

they dance,

betrothed by

the horizons guiding hands.

 

The dark

and the light,

slide together

just right.

Puzzle pieces,

placed by hands 

out of sight.

In a dance of ages

Across the horizons 

blank pages.

The eyes that stare,

their audience,

that shares in their fables.

 

Where day meets night,

dark and light merge together,

to create a stunning new sight.

A new light,

colour of magic in our mystic skies.

A delight to lighten the path,

and the pages on which I write.

The stories of my footsteps,

written under that majestic light show.

A journey only told on a page,

until they return to make the sky

once again glow.

 

 

 

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Kyle