Were I the one to design your heart XII

I caught a glimpse too late

But made a vow,

As a way to see you again

Though eternity struggles to cope with now.

In transit moments of the shifting waves

I remember so clearly how your body moved

In the warm light of morning through frosted panes

There is love....

Where centuries of illusion called your name,

(Though now you are the trigger)

Though our beautiful paper angels,

(Created by the very fury of our love)

Have blinded the very voice of every black building that ever doubted us,

Overlooking the sea

Where the sun shines no more.....

There is love.

Through legions of faded hearts

As our scarlet guardians grow large in the sky

And razor Winter shatters for us in time

As our clear circle of terror turns in equal ways

Our future becomes the present,

And as we sleep we hope to dream...

Of a chance to begin again

Where are you?

There is love.....

December

Were I the one to design your heart XI

As my assassin I salute you

And pay respect to storm clouds of vanishing dreams

Bright lights of salvation burn

Through the last few remaining leaves

On the tree of life again

I have clearly seen your eyes through my maelstrom

And in the briefest, cruelest glimpse of final sunlight

As our comets crash

We slip Away again

And drowning you can't tell me

And I can't tell you....

( _ ____ ___ )

November

Were I the one to design your heart X

In reflection, 10 years ago....

When even the gulls were frozen

In muted skies of disbelief

When we were as simple as Autumn rain

The house we grew up in and the yard where we'd play

When Sundays traced by like slow motion

When razor Winter was so far across the ocean....

When I held you close in that room with frosted panes

When every song you shook from your hair sang my name

When your black army jacket danced in the breeze

On that October night you saved me from the sea

When war was just a spot on the news

And we walked through the snow with painted hearts on our boots

When we thought these days never end.

Could never end

How could I have agreed to go?

To pass into the open arms of sorrow while you suffered alone.

Still, torrents of paper angels fall from your hair

I hold you shining eyes with mine and swear.....

Nothing could have ever kept us apart

If only I were the one to design your heart.

October

Were I the one to design your heart IX

Open your eyes

Tell me it's not too late

The darkest vehicle for the heart is the mind

And all you thought you'd left behind

Awaits patiently but not without mercy

To collect the debt we all must pay

And in submission and with regret

Her last kisses crash down, just for them

As every perfect grey day left

Overcast and open eyes

And a tiny shallow space

Where his broken body drifts among the splintered timber

There in the dreaming arms of the sea.

"I'm almost home"

September

Were I the one to design your heart VIII

A ruined truth blows through frozen flames

staring into glassy eyes

and for just an instant she thought she once held a name

aside from this tempest

the companion of razor winter's barbed wire skies

in a sixty second sentiment

she has lost her heart

and can only continue to run

so cold blows the wind

from this storm she has become

August

Were I the one to design your heart VII

Sailing on her frozen sea

On the cold moonless night of his enemy

Doomsday

He vows to remember how

To fall through wind

Through rain

Through noise

Through energy

And through the clouds

Where silence takes you

Where he understands she blooms again

As sure as he knows her scent on the wind

Beautiful and deadly

July

Were I the one to design your heart VI

The whirlpools below have made her a slave

An all encompassing fury

(and who is this who has called her back?)

From up on high the image shifts

She sees that boat crash through thick mists

And thinks of nothing but destruction.

Her essence through the ether as a scream of pain

Driving down dark skies faster than the rain

Red ribbons spoil the air around her broken frame

She takes this moment to become the sea

To crush this hateful vessel that MUST be

That which has prevented her ascension

And what would one need to break every window on this world?

Grayscale rainbows darkly shine

And fall into her sad, expanding body

She has refused the 11th hour

My nemesis, my love....

June

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. V

There through the screams on the cerulean winds

He thought he heard his siren's call

Another drunken mariner's tale to tell...

And on this lurching ship on sick serpent seas

dark shadows grow longer and pull him to his knees

A forced gaze skyward

Where beauty never failed to fade

And lifeblood spills like captured whispers

Snapping on the heels of a hurricane

Within the ghost land of her breaking heart

There's no place he would rather be

As beautiful paper angels rain into the sea

Surrounded and coveted

And walking through fire

May

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. IV

Adrift

Cradled by the last vestigial feverish flames of your phoenix

Rising

On a damp evening the world has stopped its silhouettes

A half remembered moon confirms this miracle

One chance

One last chance

to fly back into your heart

I dedicate this journey to all we ever were

With this tired, tattered ship to you I will return

Escape the grip of razor winter

Through frozen stars and fog

And follow the faint but steady sound

Of my heart blind dialogue

To home

To peace

To you........

April

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. III

She forces herself to pretend he does not exist

Though still sharing his breath through morning mists

And each time the blissful sun quietly counts its coins

She hears his eyes fixed lovingly on her dreams.....


When life is this obscene

When death is endless protest to your absence

When everything on the road changes true

When every fall colour becomes the void in you

I will finally remember your name.

March

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. II

To bring him back from black buildings

she has stolen away

every last ounce of pain he once felt

and swore on 6 cold comets passing

to never give it back

flat on her back...

releasing herself from the last flicker of this kingdom of candlelight

from behind closed lids

from her own warriors heart

as her broken wings cascade around her shoulders and fall to the floor

as the pine forest sways along with the tide

as a distant flock of stars despair through the sky

she erases every last moment

that flashes before her eyes

and so it goes.......

for love and for trauma

February

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. I

To see you just once more...

On those empty streets where your shadow still blooms bright

Despite the crashing cannons that tear through the night

He carves a dark anchor so that he may better face

The unrelenting questioning that is bound to come

In the arc light wine breath of the setting sun

On the south side prayers

Where black buildings hum,

Where silence takes you..........


Just do your best to not think of it now,

But lower your tired broken body down

I am turning away from the light

And we are on fire.


January

The start of something new....

the next twelve or so posts will be thematically linked using the 12 months to relate a narrative dialogue.
The beginning will be from "January" and it will culminate in some sort of resolution in "December"
It is still a work in progress but I hope that it will be of passing interest to anyone who happens to read this page from time to time. Thank you so much to those who have continued to visit these pages and I hope to be more productive following this endeavor....
if anyone would like further clarification on the intended progression of the story that I will be trying to tell I will be more than happy to elaborate on the background of this piece. Do get in touch....
without any further ado...

here we go.......