Found And Lost.

I miss your name between my lips,
The lilt of it when I am happy,
The rumble when I am angry
The thin whisper when the world sits on me.

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Finding the Dream

 

Laying dreams on the table,
Spreading them out to shine or sparkle.
Drawing patterns with bare feet on the sands of paradise
With my mother’s voice in my head,
To tie me to shore despite the calls of the sea.
Carrying the weight of joy and freedom,
Singing as I shed the coil of twos
Dancing as I wear the sheen of threes
Wallet folds its arms
And laughs with twisted mouth
I shut my eyes and tend fragile hopes
And continue to believe
There’s something missing in these pictures.
Me.

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Dry Bones

Because we who had been furious storm

And peckish flame,

And crackling thunder,

And lashing volts of electricity.

What I Like About You.

What I like about you.

I like how you smile, like each one is the Hope diamond.

I like how you protect, your innocence in this murky world

I like how you are not afraid, to be foolish or wise or nothing at all.

I like how your spirit, flourishes everything you touch.

I like how you think, life, the earth, is your playground.

Lyrically- Ready For Love.

We’re still on the India Arie train, last week I put up Can I walk with you which is one of my absolute favourite songs and which I have listened to more than a hundred times this week.

Jollification

Let the music play,
As long we like,
As loud we want,
Will you dance?

Honey + Glue

I want to sit by my window

Clinging to the fragments of the faded days of you and me

Plucking memories of sepia tone and gold

Of dancing and laughter and whispered promises of forever

Dispersing my pain with each choking sob

Diluting my heart’s bile