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I.
Water rushing, warm but still frozen,
Satisfaction? Happiness? Of fantasy and fable?
Joyous memories? Only delivered as transient rewards of modern living,
A smile? Now barely able.
Rush and hurry. The bother so busy and so much what for?
Floating transparently in a crowd of individuals lost in harmony to the same tune, the same common flaw.
Lethargic… and weakening still to the routine ‘tick tock’ of ever hastening time.
Can't remember what of that ticking was ever claimed as mine.
Previously not soon enough, now too soon.
Satisfaction? The ‘NEVER’ increasingly nurtured…
The burden of reality that fantasy eases,
A mere consolation.
Pessimism teases,
Optimism frequently deserted…
Disconcerted.
Tell and accept more lies,
A collection with which to grow old.
Tripped outside amongst the living of non-human form,
Breeze stealthily rushed over and through skin so shallow, too cold…
Conscience dissolved, consciousness barely resolved.
II.
Captured by the ever enchanting glistening,
The stillness, the capacity for calmness superimposed with the excitement of night.
Of romantic possibilities that remain sacred though recklessly exposed,
Glimpsed upon by other lovers with forbidden passion held within their sights.
Breath withheld in awe, stars blinking back tears at my ever-smaller stature, in release.
Encapsulated by our blanketed security,
You become my source of only scrutiny,
My destiny.
Tied together by nature's law of planet spin time,
Left to wade through tides told by the moon,
And to wonder magically as shooting stars leave home,
So soon,
Deny monotony, and continue to roam…
Crazily as the fireflies buzz and glow,
Previously I’d wandered so
Now I wonder more of you and so
I presume to know.
The fire of an awakening soul arises,
Reclaiming lost time, forgiving former sins,
This is where the outward-radiated love,
Inside begins.
Trust to unveil my mind's soul
Dare to expose emotions for you, so sincere.
Celebrate the wanting of you here,
Of then, now… always near.
A time to dream,
Floating in bliss,
To wake up, still dreaming,
To the gift of your soft, ever-caring kiss
III.
Head lost, spinning in colourful gypsy land,
Hypnotized by the fiery eyes of intense passion and wisdom.
Barefoot walk the wild-flower studded dirt trails,
Holding your hand,
To nowhere: further than most are headed right now.
High on living, giving, sharing, loving.
Fervently succumb to the explicitness of what has passed is unquestionably done…
Tasting the essence of life's spirit… inhaling deeply to become
Free from the responsibilities of superficial achievement,
Void of unrealistic dreams to turn sour,
Emancipated… living day by day, hour by ever changing, unpredictable hour.
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This is my favourite poem that I've ever written simply because it is one of the few that is actually about me and the wonderful person who made it possible ... my boyfriend Neil. Most people don't understand it but I guess that is what makes it even more special to me ... every line has an intimate meaning to me personally.
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