Out From Age

would you watch the sunset with me

misty ball hovering over the horizon

where the world will slowly

be covered in darkness?

and then lets lay in the sand for a bit

talk about things on the surface

lapping our soft legs in the surf

greater things yet unfolding

maybe watch the moon rising

from its waking place

red with sleep

and full with age

progress to talk about

love, life, family, ties

connections with people

that matter to you, long gone

stare as the stars slowly blank out

revealing a much darker sky

but a foggy sense

that the night is ending

opening about our feelings

long before we'd ever met

how we'd waited for each other

and how we'd lost each other

slowly see the sun rising

soft repeat, slow release

and i tuck a strand of hair behind my failing ears

as we slowly wave our wrinkled hands goodbye

Bright Lights

last night, i walked by a house

with colourful lights.

the lights blinded me

with such familiarity

i could just stop and notice.

the world is constantly moving.

i know this from past experiences.

but sometimes, just certain things

carry you up, bring you around

to the place that made you now.

last night, i walked by a house

with colourful lights.

the lights blinded me

but i couldnt help but notice

waves crashing along the shoreline

as i walked hand in hand

with you

naming the stars of the southern cross.

the very next day

i walked to the beach

and drew my name on the sand.

the waves came dutifully

and washed the lines away.

i stared for a minute

at the fading twilight

as i slowly trudged back

alone, alone in my thoughts.

that night, i passed a house

with the brightest lights i'd seen

and i thought to myself

that maybe, just maybe

one day

i would find a house for myself

to call home.

Children

alone to my thoughts again.

let me pen it down for you.

june twenty-second.

how does it feel?

lost, maybe, dazed, confused in a state

of sadness and frustration

what do - did - i really want?

nope. i dont think i knew back then.

or even now. so help me.

am i not capable of thinking for myself?

how did my words escape me?

lets start all over again.

pen this down all over again.

june twenty-fourth.

a month and a half of a gaping wound.

i never thought i'd see this through.

i expected much worse, yes,

but i feel much worse than i thought.

people come and go, i am well aware

but i cant seem to find you anymore.

a sea of people, they all say?

maybe that's how confusion comes about.

left aside a cold stone for both of us.

life's that way, people take, people go.

and people come in between.

june twenty-nineth.

where have you gone?

my mind's out cold, i've waited for you.

you were the world to me.

well, i guess you're gone.

see, love is a strange thing.

i know i could learn to love you right.

but i love you too much to try again.

one day, we'll look back at this

and realise how childish we really are.

Starlight

there are stars all around us

twinkling streetlights down below

as we travel at the speed of light

with you by my side

constant companion, almost lover

but my eyes are filled with

nothing except your starlight

the sky expands before us

all too soon, day will be upon us

and these stars will disappear

as i rest safely in your magic

wishing these nights will never fade

down below, a string of reality pulls me

but i dont fall, no

your starlight is ever present

and i fall safely

into the stats that surround us

completely.

On Your Love

in the darkening twilight

i sit by my window

watching the stones grow cold

a fragment of my mind

grows frost all over the windowpane

thinking of the love i'd lost

it feels so hollow now

grass growing dead around the porch

front lights flickering

a breeze picks up

and carries my wounded pieces

over the plains of sunset

for you i would bleed

as the day turns to night

in between tides of beating hearts

People Like Rain

people are like rain.

they come and go at the most unexpected times.

torrential downpours are like strangers.

they can never leave you alone.

when a raindrop first touches your skin

you know something is wrong.

i guess people are like the rain;

you never know what they really are.

it never lasts long.

over a period of silence and bliss

and suddenly it hits.

you don't know what hit you.

its the rain.

and now its raining people over me.

tragedies washing over me

as i discover what people and rain

truly are beneath the surface.

Growing Up

you weave yourself to fit into her stories

night turns into day

coffee flips backwards up

winding and winding staircases

you can fit houses and buildings

into her suitcase

and possess the north wind

all in your pocket

skydive without a parachute

make music without a guitar

and all the geese flying in slow motion

hot air balloons stopping in mid air

its as real as can be

drawings and words and paperwork

playing tag on a winter's night

but now all thats left

is the spilt coffee

uncleaned steps

my age catching up

i always knew your stories

were too good to be true