open

collected paper maps
circled streets
now they're soaking wet
tunnels of messages
forgo the pigeon carrier
and the old rules
a blushing boy and girl
a photograph, a souvenir 

your fingers fluid warmth
veins without instructions
existing for touching
my hair wet ropes 
on your shoulder
and just a touch of scent
peppermint on your collar
our love is living
and we are dancing
with open doors

slip away

you sip your coffee in a room full of alone- ness
remembering the beds of all your old lovers
how you buried the picture of the only
brown eyed man you would ever love
years like highways pass and he loves every girl
more than he ever loved you
yet you are his midnight ghost before he sleeps
and the dreamed of face when he wakes
was it when you sat by the river and the waterfall was singing
and the sun bleached the moment into your mind, your skin and the library of your soul 
was that when love slipped away into the currents or was that too beautiful a day for someone to slip away

flight

you are a butterfly's light
but no less
you are color and wonder
of a transparent dream
you are trees and sky
and the blue in between
you are restless water
a moving garden
clouds and majestic snow
shadows and moonlight 
on fields of glory
grace of a moment
the soul of a song
a musical story
summer's light
and trees of wisdom
a butterfly's flight
music and dawn
streams of innocence
shadow of strength
winter sleeping alive
with fields of freedom 
sleeping inside



I wrote this little poem a couple of years ago while listening to the beautiful piano music of Richard Maddock, he's awesome anyway I think so. Look him up and if you're on twitter you can find him at @BalletMuzik

time to move on

tomorrow,
it might rain or the sun may shine
you may want to sleep through the day
but get up anyway
someone may choose to walk out of your life
someone totally amazing may choose to walk into your life
wear that sweater if you must, but take it off when the chill has passed
take your earphones out and listen to birdsong
spend some time outdoors if you can or by a window if you can't
call your oldest best friend in this world who doesn't fill your head with agreement of how bad things are for you right now and spend hours commiserating how you have the right to feel the way you do
the one instead that lifts you up and laughs with remembrances of happy instances
if you have one or more, feed your pets
now look past the desolation that has moved into your eyes and see the girl that's been waiting for you to set her free
some things and some people won't fit anymore
let them go lovingly 
it's time to move on

rain for water

I wanted to kiss you goodnight
but you had been kissing whiskey
I wanted to belong to you
but it seems you belonged
to moonlight and loneliness

my small bed was cold
and I couldn't compete
with your captivating addiction
and you were busy seeing things
that weren't

I breathed in snowdrops
lost in my innocence
and built castles in the air
until my fingers were numb

my heart became vagrant 
nothing could fill it up
and you gave me rain for water
and the beat of a summer thunderstorm
for music

I was wrapped in your scented memory
and nothing can compare to that
sadness collected in your hazel eyes
like shards
and I fed from that pain
it still stings

you left us
and the windows grew dirty
the doors became broken
and just like us
love doesn't live there anymore

now just like the ash
that settled like a soft secret blanket
of betrayal from our home years ago
we have became poems
written from their burial in my bones
I miss you
and earth no longer feels home