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.......

The one

Dark gold seeds in coal black pavement skies

burst through cold winter comets

when she learned to deceive

the avatars eye

three sad smiles falling forever bound

where your stained glass body

burst on the ground

I remember how you loved to watch blue heaven blooming

then dying at your door

the scenery would freeze...

petrified

On that November morning when you blew your mind.

I stole everything that we once had.