A Little Friend

You’re sewn together quite beautifully.
You know?
I hope you do
From mind to arms and smiling eyes
I contemplate
The blue.
And dark- the centre, as of norm
But yours
A better black
You’re a novel from a library shelf
I borrow
(But never give back)
You’re pieced together quite wonderfully
You know?
Perhaps you do
A little friend, my little world
You’ll always pull me through.

It’s delicate
A dainty dance
Of rocks
And cotton wool.
And now I’m hung
So tightly here
So empty that I’m full.
It’s perfect
In a wicked way
It’s magic, but it’s real
It spins me
Like a penny piece
A free ride on the wheel.
Amidst the fog
The sun shines through
As whitened as a dove
Lost a little…
Found again,
As fitting as a glove
And as I fall
So gently here
So happy it’s a sin
This orbit
That life spins me into
Makes me smile within
Oh perfect you,
This little world
Of rain
Of night
And thunder,
Is fragile
As a rainbows light
It sways me
Into wonder...

Just out the door and beside the flowers,
A touch to the right where the drain pipe showers,
Spills out a small path made from paving stone rock
Surrounded by reeds and a panelled dock.

Summers scent is still tossed in the breeze
And the memories weave in and out of the trees
What a year, what a spring.
Life’s a wonderful thing
What a you, what a me, what a wonderful fling.

But here we still are, now winter is stealing
The leaves on our trees and that warm bright night feeling
Take it with pleasure, for things cannot change
I’ll watch and I’ll smile, see the world re-arrange.

Summers scent is still passed In the breeze
And the memories weave in and out of the trees
But won’t you my dear, please always be near
For as long as you are It is summertime here.

When Morning Light Will Fuel A Thought

When morning light will fuel a thought
Those dwellings
They’re so real

When sleep is near and dreams are rare
You are what I feel.

And rain
It spills from such great height
It paints the pavement pure

Search the world a little, now
There’s good out there,
I’m sure.

The rain has washed the world again
The streets and walls are dusted

Monday’s sky has turned to sea
...my minds a little rusted.

Absence
It can be a gem
Things can grow or go

But when sleep is near and dreams are rare
I’ll miss you
That, I know

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So many hearts…they say to me
Your words-
I fell upon them.
The flower is alone tonight
And I cannot condemn
Without a stem without the roots
There is no understanding
Whitened eyes
Blind to the world
Old life is too demanding
The lighting cuts
-It blinds sometimes
This ode:
it is my mind.
So does this mean
That now I’m known
I won’t be hard to find

Frozen Feelings

Do you like I
Shiver sometimes
Inside
When
Words can touch?
Do you like I
Cry sometimes
When pretty things lose touch?
And you like I
Can be affected
By a darkened sky.
Or frozen feelings
Bitten smiles
The questions how and why
Well I like you
Can see right through
Each little eye’s direction
Those gestures
Hidden deeply by
The fear of slight affection

A Tip and Toe of Time

You and your and everything
Is and always was
A friendly strange addiction with
An odd unknowing cause

I and me and everywhere
Revolved around your being
Days were not a solid one
If you my eyes weren’t seeing

But you or he or she could be
The topic of this writing
Where rare but darkened days exist
You’re who provides the lighting

A tip and toe of time can still
Unravel brand new bonds
Where words are claimed and stolen
By whoever next responds

Plastic Stars

I wait for the sun on days too faint
Sometimes you need the light
And amongst the eye and briefest touch
You were mine for a minute last night

I wait for the moon on days too bright
Somethings feel better in the dark
And plastic stars come out sometimes
To accompany our spark

I’ll draw you how it feels in words
And pen and pencils too
But still the light will stay switched off
Until it happens to you

You're Beautiful at Life

You’re beautiful at life
And sweet how you don’t know it
A rocky thorn can tear your world
But little do you show it
And on that day of ruins where
Emotions made their own
And every word was subject to
A terrifying tone
Happy days remind you that
What will be will be
And time can pull u back again
And life shall make you free
You’re beautiful at life
And sweet how you don’t show it
I wrote this about you good friend
How sad you'll never know it

:)

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I hope I won’t be missing you

As I sit cross legged with flowered views

Of this sunshine house and white laced days

The Buttoned Pom and daisy maze

Forget me not, although i'm little

I’ll plant a seed so tall that it’ll

Hide all weeds that steal my mind

And be our wall to hide behind

And there's a rose I’ll let you borrow

If you promise you’ll be here tomorrow