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The Breath

as I sit in yonder peaceful place

i struggle well to recall your face

for it was your soul that invited me to play

then body cloaked

swiftly turned away

a dance for one…

 

i stand along a foreign shore

as winter approaches I reflect ever more

of hope laced dreams

as numbered as the sands

now only fine grit grains

sift inert through my hands

as you swim for mermaids…

 

i lay beneath a tumbled cloud

my body constricted in lavender shroud

with fate’s call yet taunting my mind

her spoken whispers are to be left behind

with a final breath…

Exhale

I spread in the shallow sea

and sink into the cool

eyes unblinking

 

the edges of the sky shall blur

the clouds lost to me

i no longer hear your voice

muffled against ocean whispers

captured in hollow shell

 

raindrops scatter as tears

silent promises dilute

I exhale and sink further

my body settling on sand rippled

now to toss gently with sea grasses

until a new tide makes me whole

 

For Hailie S, fellow soul sentinel and prose connoisseur. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weather Beaten

The window of my heart

opaque panes with paint flaked frame

lead lined, cold vitrified

hanging part unhinged

rust tainted

from the sea air

and  winds of despair

 

yet

come close and marvel

the crack’d clefts twist light

into rainbow prism trajectory

while

shards set in shifted sand

nestle my scarred feet

 

but

fear not the shattered glass

for you shall wear boots

and everytime you pass

tread pellucid slivers to dust

The Infant Dawn

In this excruciating void

betwixt fading moon and

rising sun

an ebony pool

our weary souls float

crestfallen beside cockles

by phosphorescent starfish glow

too long this night

 

So, alight on the wings of the morning gull

a new horizon is beckoning

with shards of infant glow

unique, unseen

and

wholly

yours

 

Inspired by yet another exquisite dawn: mother nature’s deft strokes left me in awe.

The Capture

I wait

for the sun to pass behind a cloud

for the breeze to still

for the shadow to shimmer sideways

for the chance of a split second

of immeasurable beauty

gentle squeeze of the exposure button

with breath hold, unblinking

you my love

captured in time

 

The process of macro-photography is a low yield labour that requires inspiration, breath holding and total disregard of cramps. A bit like a budding relationship.

 

Last man on the Moon

I love you to the moon, and back” 

said he

not realizing that such a trip was impossible

on account of the crippling hypoxia which occurs

when drifting, maskless

through the lunar firmament

 .

I love you, like there is no tomorrow”

she said

realizing that indeed

there would be no tomorrow

tattered bag, packed beneath the bed

and she would slip away by moonlight

letting her lover dream

of solo space travel

instead…

And so …

And so it is

that I have expunged all memory of you

the treadmarks of treachery

as molten rubber soul etchings

cleared with vigorous applications of rubbing alcohol

inhaled as ether

as I lay, lifeless limbed yet longing

 

But instead of prolonged numbing

instead of diminished feeling or disillusion

I emerge with understanding

for you ….

for you were the rusted signpost that a weary traveller might value

and you pointed me in the right direction

as your sun-warmed post burnt my hand

and the blisters stayed for too long

from spring, through a winter bleak

colder than your heart