She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.
The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,
I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.
I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,
Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
