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Spinning tales in the darkness
as you sleep and dream loudly.
I blamed you for taking my dreams,
as you look at me hurting so much.
You said I took your dreams from you,
for meeting me changed you so much.
In paper dreams, you and I are one;
looking for the light, we cannot see.
You fly into the blue
Another journey to somewhere
while I remain nowhere
As you fly into the blue
An engine gives a cough
The cargo bounces about
You text me of love
A strange message from you
I text back words of love
They say the plane crashed slow
Hundreds of lives frozen in terror
My heart broke into love shards
You died in that crash
Going into the green
As it rained, falling fruit
Painting by Mercedes Granel, “Falling Fruit.”
Bursting flowers
Moving in waves across the field
Colours of blossoming spring dance
Sunshine is brighter than the light
Goose flesh from the strings
The notes gather momentum
Motion on the sea
Warmth from the fire
We sit in woollen slippers
Watching the day fall away
Baked bread, butter and honey
Biscuits with cup and saucer tea
Baking ourselves in warmth all-day
Just one look
Desire is a four-letter word
Touched before flesh touches flesh
Years of understanding in a kiss
A master craftsman moulded them together
There’s nowhere to hide emotions
They know each other too well
Feelings from the inside and the outside
The music becomes louder and louder
She becomes the arching
He moves like a bow
The smell of rosin fills the air
Broken horsehair everywhere
The sky is blue.
Fat cupids dance in the clouds.
I might have a breakfast beer and watch tv.
Another parcel arrives: still no toilet paper.
More tea, kettle? The kettle hates me, and the biscuit tin is empty.
I’m so alone in Isolation.
Ghosts, sing Nick Cave songs with me.
Born from silence on the vibration of small strings, your young life gathers tempo; childhood days by the pool become teenage nights by the sea.
The Notes of Life flow through you; the notes gather pace as the wind whispers of love’s first blush.
Feelings set in on the vibration of louder strings, then gather momentum as the notes move into place. Love takes over, becoming so loud that your heart might explode.
Then the feeling is gone; you know what it is to be an adult now. Sadness sets in as the strings slow down; you learn to pull yourself apart.
Then the Notes of Life gather pace; you wish the sea would dash you against the rocks, for your heart might explode.
Pain moves along the strings as thoughts of darkness and light ebb and flow. You know who you are as the strings soften and your life gathers pace.
Then the strings produce a heavy sound, and you cannot understand what the vibrations mean as you struggle against the tide; the sea holds your heart.
You see him standing there.
You’ve never felt this way.
Your whole heart of strings vibrates, for you have found your soulmate.
In the early light,
as the trees move so slowly,
we sit still and tight.
If sleep came knocking
I would still sit by the sea
Lost in coral dreams
C & K 