Queenselphie

I've still got a poem in me, for you. I know it, I feel it, I sense that it's true. All of the feelings, all of the pain forged into language-rich links of hot chain. I've still got a sonnet, I've still got a rhyme - there's only so much can be healed by time. I need the catharsis, I crave the release, the flow of the words out; the influx of peace. I've still got a verse and it sits in my bone; I'll know when it's ready, I'll know when it's grown. the torch of my feelings is still hot and lit, and my poem for you - well this isn't it. More like a precursor, more like a trial run, a practice, a test flight, a battle half-won, a vanguard o

You were the sunshine that once lit my days, the glow of the orb, the warmth of the rays but since the sun set beyond my life's sea the light has been leaking out, gradually. Who knew a decade could be spent in the dark? Away from your sunshine, away from your spark? Yet I've always known that you were the one and you can't see the colours without the sun ---------------------------- Strange how a decade can spill through your hands even if they cup and cherish; even if they press and pray - Pads together, palms apart. Strange how a person can leak from your life, even if you kiss and hold them, even if you stay nearby - lost to your hea

I think about you all the time though now twelve years have sieved through us and things have tangled in the net like friendships, places; dust from rooms I can't forget. I talk about you all the time and time has left a bruise on me; a dozen circles 'round the sun have hammered home; I felt the clout, the blow, the sting, the final sum - you're what I'm all about. I wonder if my love is real or may yet be obsession; does a decade make it true, or just a sad and false pursuit following the ghost of you; bitter-sweet forbidden fruit? Do you ever notice me, and my undying hope? I sometimes think I may be stuck, a silenced phone that's calli

I haven't dreamt of you in months somehow I miss your haunting though why I should, I do not know for who could like such taunting? I haven't dreamt of you in months my nights are quiet and undisturbed why should I long to feel again all jumbled and perturbed? I haven't dreamt of you in months - it feels a little lonely though I know the "you" I meet in dreams is really just a phony I haven't dreamt of you in months and find I miss the fantasy return; let us pretend it's real my darling, lie to me. I haven't dreamt of you in months please come to me in sleep and bring the past with you, like light I reach for but can't keep. I haven't dr

In the shaking, quaking present only one thing holds me fast; coming from a decades distance You - my sweetheart - from the past Keeping steady my emotions, stabilising my soul's tower. I am shored up by the echoes of love's long enduring power Though you do not walk beside me, though we've been apart for years, these old photos bring me joy now and your letters calm my fears So old friend, old flame, old darling, lend me strength from long ago - your sweet well wont leave me thirsting your words will raise me when I'm low Sometimes I wonder if you feel it when I draw on your sweet smiles to keep me going - fly me lightly over all the tro