What do I say to the lone black eye-lash on my cheek?
I say bring me the colours of the rainbow
The pot of gold and all
Bring me the joys of the seasons,
Most of all, the fall.
The Autumn comes,
The yellows, auburns and ochres divine.
Hidden daggers behind their cloaks
When I open these arms of mine.
Its in their eyes
The fear of stabbings of memory
The tears of the sea.
Let it go.
Let it rest.
Let it be.
All that matters is here in me.
In the green apple and the oak tree.
I have and hold the world
that was, is and will be
in the blackness of my lashes
We are one my love. You and me.
I feared I would forget
I wrote it all down
I panicked I’d lost you
Never again to be found
But you are here
In every word, smile, tear.
I didn’t think I could bear it
But I did and I do.
This thorn has made a home in my heart.
I do not die.
I breathe through.
Its a great surprise
To the umbrellas and shoes of life
As if nothing ever changed.
But all is new.
Me and you are sweethearts.
One is the sand. The other, sea.
One is the hand. The other, lines of destiny.
I place my pettiness at your feet.
The sense of separation,
The sad longing born of it,
The seeming disappointments,
Imperfections and regrets too,
I offer them all