Daisy May

Nov 2015

Haydn Swan

Forever

When the heart joins that of another
it does not see the hands of the clock,
neither counts the days or the months,
lost in its search for sanctuary and peace,
the heart only knows where it is meant to be
and where it will forever remain.

Oct 2015

Haydn Swan

The pleated skirt

In her closet next to a shirt
hangs a concertina pleated skirt
she slips it on with grace and ease
the tiny pleats are there to please
like a million shimmering crystal shards
all tightly pressed like a pack of cards
as she moves they sway and dance
upon her legs they tickle and prance
the feeling makes her smile and shiver
which makes the pleats start to quiver
they skim and flatter her hips and ***
like the majestic rays of a rising sun
such carnal delights found in a skirt
as she hangs it back next to the shirt.

A silent observation as I watched my ex girlfriend getting dressed once

#thoughts #observation #skirt #pleated

Oct 2015

kairos

Mirrors

Is it just me,
or are mirrors weird?

They reflect who you are;
no;
they reflect the opposition
of your composition

Do reflections reflect
who you really are?
Or do they give
a false impression?

The flat surface
reflects
your reflection

Put your finger to the mirror
and if your fingers touch,
it is double sided.
I do say, indeed, mirrors are strange.

Why do mirrors bounce light of my reflection?
Why does my reflection reflect?
Is it trapped in,
or,
is it trapped out?

Is there a parallel world
in which, mirrors are portals?

Is my reflection staring at me,
wondering the same things?

What if the glass blocks me out of the parallel reality,
or rather,
protects me from the harsh, gray reality?

Oct 2015

Haydn Swan

My eternal friend

Music is the catalyst of my soul
takes me away to that other place
girls I once knew,
places that I have seen,
angry exchanges that should not have been,
tears that were shed over things that hurt,
pain that left me face down in the dirt,
loves lost and loves that were found,
contained in these songs with their melancholic sound,
when life leaves it mark and makes me frown,
my eternal friend will never let me down.

Oct 2015

Haydn Swan

Love is ...

Love is like a raindrop,
delicately formed by the vapors of time,
inherently achieving its perfect shape,
before gently falling through the atmosphere of life,
dispersing into oblivion as it hits the ground,
lost forever as though it was never there.