like a calf i am
still trying and failing to
wean myself off you

i wish you would stop talking to me
if you have nothing to say
i wish i would stop thinking things
that will never see the light of day

when a door creaks it is
a tree again
young in the forest
boughs sighing in the wind

rummaging through my life past
and tucked away
in the bottomest shelf of my cupboard I find
bags of letters and cards and words from
people who have meant the world
old diaries
(my soul inked into their yellowed bound pages)
ashes from a campfire
twigs for photo frames
dust-caked memories and reminders
that I have lived
not just today
but yesterday and yesterday’s yesterday
and the day before that, too

He wore the sunlight like an accessory
it was golden in his hair
he glittered so gallantly
sent beams of light everywhere
the angles of his jaw were accentuated like shards of glass
shadows around his pale face they did cast
and when he parted his lips to smile
a heavenly shine from his pearly whites he did bestow

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A/N: Yeah I didn’t really intend this to come out as comically as it did. Seriously random.

I’m off-centre again
Shift me, tilt me, back
Into balance

sleep must not come
for the restless heart
must continue to wander

i smell ash on the early morning air
is it lingering combusted hydrocarbons from last night’s vehicles,
or the embers of the offshore oil refineries?
the world is slowly stirring to life i hear
the first bird calls
the hmmdrmm of vehicles intensifies
the deep indigo of the sky
fades into brighter, brighter blue
the world is tri-coloured now
all azure sky, black tree silhouettes and warm-orange lamp-doused streets
and the world is multi-coloured yet
as the sun begins to rouse

watching the midnight rain from my window
the waving silhouettes of trees, the sky all aglow

cars careening down slick streets
the wind moves the rain in sheets

turn the street lights watery
the ground slippery

(suddenly, i feel alive)