Under a blood red sky
A metaphor
A cliché
I cannot resist
Blood red it is
And so too
This life journey
Heart broken
Love rent
By the loss of one
Tag: grief
Broken Hearted
A broken heart
Cares not
Whether the beloved
Wears a crown
Or a t-shirt
And dungarees
Cares not
Whether the beloved
Wears a crown
Or a t-shirt
And dungarees
The world seems
No smaller, no larger
As it crashes down
Ghosts
I held you
In my arms
Stroking yours
Skin white and smooth
In my arms
Stroking yours
Skin white and smooth
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence
Like That
I saw you
Stolid
Fierce
Impenetrable
Stolid
Fierce
Impenetrable
l saw you like that
From time to time
Brow drawn down
Eyes narrow
Squinting
Arms crossed tightly
Interlocked
A ward
A shield
A wall
A fortress
The Fog of Love
Continued from Enveloped.
I feel her, on the other side.
Know she is there.
Waiting.
Know she is there.
Waiting.
Impatiently.
A mother knows these things.
And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.
I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.
Dream on, on to the heart of the sunrise…
Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP — DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me
Now we are five
Five
We were six
Now we are five
I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was
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