The anniversary of your death.
One year since the touch of your soft hand
found the curves of your soulmate’s lips.
Within the forgotten shadows of
the quiet, darkening afternoon,
your ghost comes to carry her away.
Category: love
Two souls exchange Poetry
amongst coloured roses
an exchange of poetry
the giving of rings
Finding love within the night sky
Golden flecks of light
between the light and shadow
Finding love for me
The stars surpass their beauty
As the clouds move to the sea
For the lovers & the flowers
The flower cutting day
Living blooms are separated from life
Dying for the lovers
No flowers from my love
Your love leaves the flowers to live on their stems
Living love everyday
Love & Sea
turn towards the sea
away from the proposal
a sapphire promise
calling for the one you love
walk into the saltwater
My Beluga
Searching the Ocean
for the pearl Beluga Whale
my precious lady
We met in the depths
a little shocked look at first
she knew no Narwhal
Together we swam
named her princely unicorn
a touch of my tusk
Coming back to me
swimming straight towards her songs
we play together
Forgetting
dreaming of a fictional scenario
images of a socially acceptable version of myself
devouring the escapist feelings
living within a society obsessed with fame, wealth, privilege
grey hair, wrinkles, and my ideas
losing the ones who thought I was a robot, someone else
missing the signs of your love
fears dissolve into nothingness as you step towards me
forgetting society and myself
Ourselves
Coffee steaming from my favourite porcelain
sitting, listening to the music of the house
You are in the other room de-stressing again
any form of procrastination will help you
I feel the weight of my possessions, my lives
dreaming, whispering words as I write
We dream in different rooms, in different ways
yet we come together despite ourselves
Memories
the quiet path
waiting inside for forever
the car arrives
fabric moves around her
the old church
whispers on the breeze
their eyes link
intense waves of loving
they commit
serious words of promise
together now
scents of the garden
become memories
For Dad
a hot wind blows
through my clothes to burn my skin
as I think of you
resting in a place so far from the sea
so that you could
be close to the son you loved so much
reduced to ash
I think of you resting without adventure
and I wonder
if I should have given you to the sea
C & K 