It hits me like a stinging slap,
This unbidden sadness...

My Love
When I finally loved myself there you were...

My dreams
are a mystery...

Tightly bound in a
Tangle of her own making...

Scale by scale I feel my armour dropping away.
and places opening in me...

Out beyond princes and principalities
Lies a plane...

Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...

Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...

Those grey years of angst,
Of treading water in a sea of tears...

I gave and gave
Not enough! they said...

Like a seed
unfolding the flower...

Trying to make sense of the hurt
and stinging sadness...