Summer’s End

 

Summer was always your favourite time

walking hand in hand sand and sea

blissfully discarding easy footprints

Traces…

given to the earth freely

Moments made and captured in memories

of all our living days of raptured thought

unspoken love of shared dreams and

Promises to be

as we slept entwined in

Rustled creased and disentangled

sheets of love laid bare

alive within dreams and life that flowed

Breathed life and lived again

into tomorrow’s sky..

So easily

we spoke of all creation

while the sun rose and set again

On our love

until the temporary illusion of time was shattered

by the mechanical tick tock

time running out 

Dissolving eroding from the inside

melting away in shattering rebounding jarring silence

Our vivid sky trickling and pouring down

onto our laps

where our eyes settled and closed

Until you took my hand again

and smiled…

And that is why You are brave to me

why your hand is still in mine

why your heart is with me

and we are still there chatting on that bench

sitting in the light of our days…

because you chose to let go

On a beautiful summers day

when all the world and the fresh blue living sky

Was singing and laughing…

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Transmutation

 

Life is an avoidance of self
of who and what we are
a running away from the inevitable
that everything changes
All must End
all Withers…
towards the Centre
and that we die
and yet in dying
We become..
become again fully part of who
and all we are
or ever were
we are at once fully Alive…

 

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Amor et Vita

Where has our love gone
have time and pain washed love away
Has our focus shifted feelings
left behind along the way..
Has pain blocked out all the sunlight
the path that leads to and from our door
has warmth left my chambered heart forever
Is love lying dying on our floor..
Is it hiding from what lies waiting
all that causes it Fear and pain..
Is it hanging on to something Dead now
something remembered
something blamed..
Have fear and anger distorted our vision
of who we are and how we feel
Has the sunlight turned to Darkness
our Echoes of pain…all that is Real..

tha mi airson faighinn a-mach
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Fading

 

I walk as a shadow
inside forgotten footsteps
Of melting ice prints
of time and winters past…
Through well raced pathways
over curving hill
and wind scarred tracks
along landscapes of frozen
fading memories…

   
At my core I am on fire
raging to feel the sun
Restless to unravel
my earth bound bonds
to journey through this Wasteland
of pain
To find my way Home
again…

   

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luaithreach / Dust

 

I weep for the past
for our future days
I weep for all that was
All that has been blown away
all that is gone
Never to be no more
I weep for our freedom
in tatters on the deadened earthen floor
I weep for who we were
and what we had
I thought I knew…
the looking glass is shattered
our world has been inverted
Imploded around our ears
All is lost and I am surrounded
by nothing but fear
broken sunlight full of loss
All our love gone to Dust…

 

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Echoes

   

I dreamt of love

And thought of none but you

between the stepping stones

of life and journeys wrought

With pain

life and love fell through…

 

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Home

Blue black sky-starry night twinkles over silver sea
pathway to the past and the land of our time
fishermen and fishwives shelter in the lashing dreich
Sparkling towers in the main street echo beauty sunlit or wintry rain
mychty men quarried our silver city dug deep and built it up
on the pieces bright glances and rowie’s their quines gave to them each morning
Atop o’ a building looking at the view ahead Twa towns
clear skies over squabbling gulls swirling chasing fishing boats home
children racing flying kites at the beach boaties in the distance
Twa rivers merge into ice cold water deep grey restless sea of endless storms
gave us life and brings us death – here communities are born.

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The Disconnect

I have no fear of change
only of the disconnect
The gaps in between
Falling through
Lost in space and time
Leaving you behind
erasing eradicating
deconstructing
Plural me
discontinued
shelf life
Singular morn..

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