Whirl. 

They say that love is blind, yet now I see

That hearts of stone do soften under weight

To choose between two flowers with beauty as thee,

If her the choice I make, thy love turns to hate.

Beneath the skin of hardship and toil

You might find a different person

Crowded in public, yet hid, kicked in the soil.

As the body improves, the mind will worsen.

You once had a friend you held to most dear,

Not know I how much you wanted his stay

And now he is gone, his shadow I fear.

You gave me your heart! You did on this day!

But for my choice your heart must needs to grow

These dreams are just dreams, and are yet to be so.

No Dream.

Hollow emotions snap like branches under foot,

Their sallow filling lies wasted

In the broken eggshell of your heart.

Like a dusty rug my mind is beaten

Against the wall of your brittle words

And I am tossed into a sea of thought

Against which no ghost of the past can haunt.

Torrents of hard earned feeling have been poured

Into the abyss, and I am awash with bitter scepticism.

Where once the hot fires of love roared

To tear the heavens asunder, now are dark,

But for the flicker of a candle of remembrance,

Which keeps me chained to your smile.

With Love...

If others glitter as diamonds star studded,

Or shine as the moon in the beauty of night,

Even the sun in its glorious splendour,

Does not you justice my quintessence of light.

If others are radiant in the sweetest of graces,

Or make sad sunsets golden with wonder,

They fall like dead leaves in Autumn’s light breeze,

When they see your perfection you cast them asunder.

If others are awash with an ocean of radiance,

Or are drenched in an elegance as sweet as delight,

They are all but shadows of the joy you cascade,

As your sparkling glory shines in their sight.

If others can spring from a fountain of fineness,

Or take their allure from heaven above,

Magnificence itself admires your beauty,

For you are perfection, and you are my love.

X.

Though once we loved and laughed

And lost ourselves together,

Kissing like every kiss the first

And happy to cuddle forever…

Though now your past controls the present

And we walk our separate ways,

You will forever be part of my life,

And special all my days.

Though once we supped the sweet nectar

Of life whilst holding hands,

Cherishing every moment together

A glass on infinite sands…

Though now the ghost of what is past

Has turned our timepiece o’er,

You will always be part of my heart

And thus, with me forever.

Poem Unwritten.

You shall never read this poem,

Because I haven’t written it.

This intro very short may be,

At least it rhymes a little bit.

A man dies in the snow.

Bitter, ice cold air splashes against my face

Cascading like lava down into The Abyss of Darkness

So bright as to make the blind to see.

Ahead, through the blizzard of furious freeze

I see the reflection of springtide yellow

From a buttercup against my girlfriends cheek.

She likes butter, as the cows might do

Were you to test them.

But

It is an illusion which would shatter my

Sharpened heart to cut. This is not me

But if it comes from me, who am I?

Ah! Girl! You make the days spin away with

Joy as sweet as treacle in (three lumps and) tea

Until you left me. Our love was matchless

As I see from the box, as full as a new wardrobe.

And thus

Without even cold but with air slicing “freshness.”

There is no towel in the wardrobe.

I need a towel!

For my face.

Falling into the end of eternity I am shocked

Into nothing. I know it all already, I think,

But not what, if only, should be, can be,

But won’t.

Clasping my dying body to my soul,

I realise I am talking rubbish.

Treasure them.

When you think now

About looking back in the future

What do you see?

I see pictures of friends long since gone,

Our smiling faces, the spirit of our times,

Flowing gently through me.

Swells of nostalgia now, of what will be then

Of what has past.

“Those days were the best!”

But right now, don’t you see?

Those days are these days.

And tomorrow.

No Dream.

Is it still brave to tell someone you love them in a dream,

And wake breathless to find that they didn’t smile

To catch your pounding heart,

and lean forward without a word

To kiss you gently on the lips

until you hear the whisper,

‘I love you too?’