Blasted
Mizzen mast nor portal...

Can I visualize for you?
Will my words seemingly dance off the page...

The golden Oak casts its shadow
Upon the grass, I spy it...

Plasma, genes, mitochondria
Revolving, circling calcium and carbon...

Come to me
My Soul lover...

Version 1...

Illuminating candle sits on the window sill
Throwing shadows at the wall...

An ache that builds and burns
Desperation creases my furrowed brow...

From the dark of the curtain she entered
Tiptoeing silent steps to the centre of her being...

Every day she would sit by the gate waiting for...
We could see her from our kitchen window...

Yesterday I said goodbye to the woman I love
today I feel so brave...

I set my sail for tempests door
Leave the bounds of my favourite shore...