O’er the mountain and into the sea,
we will meet again just you wait and see.
O’er the hills and down into the lake,
we will meet again and memories we’ll make.
O’er my heart and into your love,
I’ll see you again, my sweet dove.
Tag: love
Haiku: Soft Heart
To wish for a love
Someone kind to a soft heart
I talk to the trees
Pomegranate and Plum
The heat of love,
a bud about to bloom.
Blooming before those eyes,
a beautiful flower in disguise.
Mistaken by a love,
there is no bud or flower.
Instead, flesh and blood;
pomegranate and plum.
Will the fruit be cut open,
or wait for the ripening?
All beautiful fruits need time,
rare fruits take time to ripen.
Cutting ripe fruit is delicate
until you see what is inside;
revealing madness and love.
Exile
When we touched,
you were the one.
Longing for fingers,
dancing southward.
Together too long,
fighting over nothing.
When we fought,
I was in a lonely exile.
Longing for you,
wishing it better.
Together too long,
too long together
to let this love go.
Emotional Totalitarianism
A world devoid of emotion,
the only colour to wear is grey.
They stand in a single file,
waiting for their daily rations.
Just one look he stole for love,
a look she returned for life.
Locked in a totalitarian world,
walking to their execution.
Nostalgic Footfalls
Footsteps on the stairs,
a reminder of what was to come.
Remembering times with the one you loved,
love, live with and love
as a ghost.
Feeling the warmth from
a favourite spot now your spot.
Rewinding, repeating, replaying memories
of the way she moved, the shape of her, her
warm breath on your neck.
Curtailed
I love him, yet I’m am curtailed at every turn.
I love him, yet I’m a prisoner in this house.
I loved him, then threw the kettle in the bin.
I loved him, then he said no open windows.
I left him, to curtail my love and my heart.
I left him, to find the person I once was.
Last Farewell
A kiss on the forehead,
I know you’ll miss me.
A hug for so long,
I know I’ll miss you.
A way of saying everything,
yet saying nothing at all.
I long for you to tell me you’ll
be home for good, always.
A wild heart who loves the sea,
probably even more than you love me.
I know your heart isn’t perfect,
yet my heart’s the same,
pumping seawater.
A call came when it was all dark;
they called to say you had gone today.
I know deep down the sea would take you,
yet I never thought I’d have to say Pahimakas
so soon.
Thistle Regrets
Dreaming of the way her hills of green surround me, how her waters flow, that flower on Mum’s brooch.
That Bonnie Lass kissed me, and I was in love until I backed off and left her standing still, crying like an angel.
A bloody git with no love to give; I sit on park benches wishing for a bit of ‘The Guard’ treatment once a week.
The lassies don’t love an old cock, so I use face paint on me face to enhance my features, but it don’t help.
To think I feel ancient at 30! Not even Belle and Sebastian can save me ass, as she’s getting married today.
I swore I’d pop over, stand up like Elton John wanted to, and say I love you babe and I wanna kiss the bride, yeah!
Her vagina is for him now, so I can’t be taking a vagina that’s been freely given in the pleasures of consensual coitus.
I’m shite at love, yet there’s always hope in the valleys and the Loches that are 21st-century ladies and lassies.
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t a sheep shagger; I just didn’t know love when it bit me or hit me between the eyes.
Speaking of the devil, there’s a lassie coming my way.
Could it be her? No. Yet she’s like strawberries and cream; I might have a tub.
Nineteen Years
To sit, watching the sky change
from blue, grey, sunflower yellow,
slowly changing
to pink, indigo and darker colours.
To wonder, thinking of your love,
the tempo of your heart,
constant, changing,
from blue and green to indigo and black.
To love, without fear of tongues
moving like the wind,
lashing love,
moving until seeds grow darker.
To think, after nineteen years
your heart, my heart,
they feel the same,
they love in many colours and shades.
To feel, physical movements,
mystical movements,
as our trunks, branches,
leaves intertwine until the light fades.
C & K 