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Gentle Giants

What soft shapes they were,
gentle giants and wistful wisps,
marching solemly across the sky.
Where are they voyaging?
They seem unpetrubed by such a question,
The sky calls them on,
The colors are deepening,
First a pale gold and then the softest pink,
A blossoming red will soon follow
And out of nowhere a darkness,
And I fear my words will run out then.
But I’ll hear you quietly sigh,
Making me realize that enough has been said.


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Are we moving pictures,

Silhouettes that float

Against the backdrop of the unknowable?

We try so hard to remember

And yet we’ve forgotten some of our stories,

Lost episodes whose fragments float aimlessly

As echoes in outer space.

When they’re heard,

If they’re heard,

I wonder if it will quicken the listener’s pulse

Or have we been so lucky to be one among few

To know of what words can do to the heart?

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The future holds in its hands, nothing.

In the copious time I’ve held my gaze at it

All I see is this white place,

A docile sheet of paper laying on a desk.

Sometimes there are lines draw across it

As if tempting me to fill them with words I do not have.

Maybe that’s why I keep looking backwards,

And no, not in a simple glance over my shoulder either.

My entire being faces the past and everything it encompasses.

In it I see the riches of moments and the spoils of nostalgia.

It is quite a view.

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I promise to return.

I loved the day when the swords
fell from the sky
and you and I did nothing
but dance to avoid them
until we tangled into one.
Even in that illusion
I’ve never felt something so real.
And even if yours is a face
I’ll sinfully forget,
I’d hope that time is kind enough
to let this memory remain.
Know this,
I only let go assuming I’d be back again.

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Torn Edges

As pieces of me

Lie shredded

against the banks

of the past,

I look at myself

In a reflection

And wonder how much

Of the old me is left.

How much am I leaving behind,

What’s going to patch up

these torn edges?

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A Vision of You (I)

There you are again,

As I find myself back pedaling

Whilst you are turned aside.

We are heading

In separate directions,

Away from the end of something special

Well, maybe just for me.

But this is not the end,

I say it in my head

And politely ask it of you

In my imaginary voice.

You must be someone

Who’s come from above,

For as I thought this prayer

I swear you could hear it.

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Finger Lengths

To a person I miss, often and dearly.

Brave is the distance that separates the likes of us.

Us, who never could put together

A perfect sentence

That described what we were.

Us, a moment in time

Where you were just a smouldering ember

And I was the breath that tried

To not so subtly bring about a flame.

Us is no more,

But I think of you no less.

I am someone who always dreamed

We would be

No more than finger lengths away.


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If there ever comes a day,

When you get tired of my words,

Please do say so.

I don’t wish to waste

Even an instance of your time.

There are only so many moments

We can be a part of,

So why spend it with me,

Someone who can only offer words

And not so much more.


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Yesterday & Today

Is there ever a time

Where you are not stuck

In yesterday,

And me in today?

Is there a line where

The shadow lies on both our ends,

Where both our presents are one

And words bridge the distance?

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And So Went Past A Time Machine By My Window

This is something I wrote 5 months ago and I’m not really sure why I never posted it… But here it is 🙂 

But really you don’t know

How every night I sigh your name

And the silence that follows aches beyond belief.

I wish you knew how I still think

Of a hundred different things

I might have done differently

But it makes me afraid,

That something done differently

Could change too much.

So no,

I will not ride the time machine

Even if there was one.

I’ve exchanged too many words

And written too many stories,

I can’t let them go to waste.

I think I’ll hold on to them

And see that I don’t let go.

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