Reverie

I am on the reverse side of you,
looking through the breach
that separates

No longer the opposites,
we’ve never been

As we grew older (not wiser),
our distance seemingly increased

Did you ever see
how my eyes never stopped to plead,
I wonder

My hungry mind shivers,
thinking this could be our final chance

And how can I know
(in present tense)
that you have locked yourself,
bound by blinding words,
born from the illusion,
inside your own dimension?


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Coalesce

to describe, I’d use vibrant colours
round words, no angles

softly spoken syllables
healing from within

deep, heavy layers of warmth and light
to soothe and let us be, not have been

one sip of this almost abstruse sound
and oceans of thought take flight

we were blind when we delved

and it took canyons, filled with wasted time
to realise
we slowly killed ourselves
when we starved each other


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Fourteen

Is there pain in numbers?
An awkward silence
when inquiry stops
…

Or a preferable skip
- to go ahead -
- don’t notice no mention -
an
- I don’t mind that you forget -

But I do

And yes there is

…


Considerate discretion …

Expressive with existence,
my number’s almost up now
and I still, can never fit

do you not see it?

what was that,
all I ever wanted?



(30-05-2010)


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