With a flower in her hair

This is the girl I long to always be
Held fast by soft little hand
The one whose face you tilt
To gently place a flower in her hair
And a kiss on waiting lips

Whose steady step falls in
Close to your long lopes
Our paths together now
Heading onward together

A little sun warm on our faces
The soft breeze in our hair
Our way slow and easy
The journey happy

This girl in this moment
Is wholly yours and happy
The girl who has your love
Who loves you in return
May we walk together always

Hands of Time

The cup of your hand
Meant to be filled with mine
It fits so neatly
It feels so right
Curve of your fingers
Soft, gentle, cradling
A treasure in your grasp
I have never felt more precious
More connected to this moment
I can see those hands changing
More wrinkles, ages spots
But it still feels the same
That precious hold
My hand in yours
That little intimacy
Of my heart in your hand

Tiny little dreams

There you are little one
Let me wrap you up
Cotton wool you
Protect you from the world
Don’t be afraid.

I don’t want to dream you
You might go away
Or fail or change
But if I keep you here
You’ll always be around
My own little shiny

Tiny little dream
Don’t desert me now
I need to hold on to you
To keep my little firefly
Flickering light of hope

Laden sky

I touch the sky
My hand trails
Languid amongst clouds
Sun hides
Remembrance of colours
Hues of our world
Layers weighed down
Red like my hair
Bright in the sunlight
Honey golden like yours
Green, highlighted gold
Streaked dark
Above the blue of dreams
Below, the weighted sky
Are you
Missing
When we should fly
Drifting, dreaming
Inert amongst the stars
Bathing in the sun
Centres of our own universe
Hand in hand
Between our dream
And our sky
You and I

Nearness of you

In the dark
With your warm skin
Under cover
The nearness of you
Keeps me contented
Soft, languid
Arms wrapped
Bundling me up
Like an extra blanket

When you’re gone
The dark is cold
My sheets are cool
Tossing, turning
Fundamentally missing
I cuddle up to that spot
Holding the sheets
Your t-shirt
Sleeping in
That indent
Where you were
There at least
I have some semblance
Of the nearness of you

Here beneath the stars

Soft in the moonlight
Your eyes dark
In the darkness
Gentle as the night sky
Glittering with a thousand
Unshed thoughts and dreams
Pinpricks of light
An idea that lodged
In those intelligent eyes
The moon above is tender
Haloing you in light
Memory in the pale
And we feel ageless
And precious
Here beneath the stars

Forever

Star-crossed lovers
we’ll not be
Not tied to fates
Hurtling to oblivion
An explosion of stars
In twinkling lights
We are written though
Lover mine

We do not wear
Destiny as our mantle
Meant-to-be our shield
Each day must be new
Each moment precious
I want to love you
All over again
With each dawning

I don’t believe in fate
Or destiny like some
Maybe not in the one
But I believe in you
In me
And the us that we be

I don’t deal in forevers
Or all times
But here and now
Our love burns fierce
Bright as a sun
I will love you
For our now
For our ever
Lover mine

Hands off

We are a thousand miles apart
You are the planet
And I the moon
I quiver with inactivity
The lure of you
Gravity pulling
Magnetism pushing back
Rotating around you
We cannot touch
Lest we explode
The faintest brush
Will cause a reaction
Chemical, physical
We will be together
But it may use you up
But we will be one
However briefly
But I cannot let you go
So I will circle hear
Longing only
To be with you

Anger blooms

At first it blooms
Under the skin
That scarlet flower
Spreading out
Unfurling anger
In petals denoting
Lack of self-expression
Stamens of hate
Flowering
The pollen travelling
Deeper into battered soul
Sowing seeds
Of anger returning
A black self-loathing
Of failure
Blaming pathetic actions
When looking inward
To oneself
A poison that seeps
To the very bones
Soon may the flower wither
Purple, curling in
But that first bloom
Is only the beginning
Of a cycle
So hard to break

Starlight star bright

They say the brightest light
Burns in the darkness
As if pointing out a contrast
Is special in itself
It misses the magic
The touch of voodoo
Lingering in that light
Twinkling with mischief
But also the solemnity
Of a charge to watch
A role to guide
Those among the lost
Mostly it doesn’t account
For the peace of that light
For happiness suffusing
A lonely soul
Or enhancing a moment
Shared in the night
Burn on star light
I’ll follow you into the dark