I’ll call you tomorrow,
Although you look different and,
I am uncertain
I put it off, why?...unknown to me.
My lonely skin covers me, it feels
Thin and ill fitting
Do you see I am different?
It is not intentional, it is unwise,
What can I do?
I’ll call you tomorrow,
Although you know i may not,
Probably will let it pass another day.
I know you miss me but, I am held back,
What is it?
I lay awake thinking
I’ll call you tomorrow,
I know it is vital.
Before too long I will be unable,
No choice, decision made for me.
Yet, somehow, it deceives me, in ways
I cannot grasp.
The phone stares and beckons,
You ask for little,
I give less, cannot commit.
I have no depth to give,
My page is empty.
I will try to look in your direction.
Compose a new song for us – fresh words.
I’ll call you tomorrow.
You are on my mind right now,
It is late,
I hope not too late.
I’ll call you,
Tomorrow......

Amidst our lives many walk alongside
Some stay awhile, some choose to remain
Fragrant is the gift of someone
Who lingers over a life time
Truth and loyalty shall dance
Capturing depth and strength
Transparency fades those who
No more will face our way
Connecting souls sustains our view
Time may lapse
Will not offend or diminish
Rather, each other renewed
Exchanging words
To care, a moment given
Flourish toward another day
This is the grace of friendship
With you in mind we have sustained
Chosen to care a hope to the last
Oh friend of mine

Purple box of tricks
Occupying the space, under the bed.
Mind, body and soul,
A death sentence.
Floor spattered,
Evidence revealing itself,
Another episode,
The night before.

It will do no good
Taking you captive.
A prisoner, forgetful,
With no aim, no answer,
No why or what for.
A purpose remains a mystery,
To you and I.

Corridors too cluttered for advancement
Except, more episodes.

Purple box, hurl yourself away.
Be buried, unopened to his fingers,
They no longer tap the code to your contents.

I name you “purple demon”, “tin of sin”.

Leave!

The stroll took place around 7.30pm
Pathway narrows off coming to its end
Tarmac river escapes to the other side - push on or go back?

Step out with trepidation, speedway of death growling
Clear head, open ear – to carry me

Uneven ground takes over the direction
Poppies swaying among tall strands of gathered grass

Almost removed from my skin
An alsatian leaps and barks – introduction or warning voice?

The undergrowth moves and cracks
Sky light continues overhead, securing me

A passer by greets me and continues on
It is strange to be acknowledged in this way

A small group of adolescents takes their turn also
I am encouraged from this monosyllabic stage of life that they would even bother

Reaching the tunnel of sounding motorway transport, it echoes
I notice homes not seen before in swift passing

Branches bathed in green, stretch out blocking
As though reaching to connect  

Pushed aside, I continue
My head freeing up

Brandishing a burnt out shell for a head
A wanting to swap for a basket of sweet smelling aroma

A sigh emanates, escaping its enclosure
Pushing past my lips, its emerging warm breath collides with the air

Treading water to climb the rung to clear blue
Clear solid blue without a cloud in sight to blot life’s copy book

I feel the healing from its vastness, its everlasting structure
Pushing into beyond, besides what else is there to look at

The land is dry from lack of rain and there is stillness abundant
Seeping into the world of nothing, raising no hope whatsoever

So take it or leave it, its status is strong and powerful and likes
The seat it sits upon delving you out of this into that

We both know this way will end in tragedy with petals of
Life strewn aside, trampling life into the ground

Yet we fumble for hope, a continuation
A searching for an awakening to the clear......

Blue of a sky

You came to me, sat facing me
Not knowing one another
Trust hovering waiting to be earned
Stem straight backed with suppleness trampled
Vulnerability would not escape
Your bud delicate, yet tightly closed

Time favoured us with consistency
Week upon week we met
Tracing the weave of your emotion
Winding through tangled threads
Tears buckled up and fastened
Your well was empty

Warmth began, seeping into us
Cushioning your jagged edges of pain
Tears pooled and slithered silently
Your lips their channel to taste
The salty trickle, identifying
The gradual thawing of your soul

It quenched your parched heart
Nourishing its wounds, opening up
To tender shoots growing, searching out
The warm back of the sun
Melting your resistance to change
Rallying you with self discovery

Fresh strands of hope poked
Into daylight asking for direction
Roots began to soak up, trusting
The food of life, reaching for air
With the breath of self acceptance
And the prize of freedom blossoming

Plunging under where the fracture invites
Swallowed whole
Encased in a transparent cocoon
Your.....exit under wraps

Clawing at the iced ceiling
Fighting for warmth and air
Your …..breath cutting off and closing down

The light seen
The doorway barred
And time is pulling at strings on
Your.…life under threat

Will there be more seconds in this minute for
Your….escape to take part, dodging
Your….near on silence.          

              …………………………………

Stark strands of hair float, veiling
Your….pale face
And you are motionless in white sheets of acceptance