A Song for Bones

As i watched
The light fail,
On your cold stone,
I could hear nothing
But your song
In my bones.
I knew it would echo
Forever and more,
As you danced
On light feet,
Further in to
The brightest
Of nights.

Shadow Puppet

It was worth it.
In the end.
My friend.
For all the
Trouble.
The pain we
Caused.
Those memories
Lost.
And those we can’t.
I can still see,
Only me.
That it was worth it.
At the end
My shadow. 
My friend. 

The Picture Of…

The brush is old.
The paint once so
Carefully chosen
Is dry, flaking grey,
On to the table
Where it has rested
For quite some time. 
Next to the sagging
Abandoned canvas,
With the beginnings
Of the picture started
By the brush and
Unknown hand.
No one Will ever see
What they had done.
Or know why they
Could not finish.
Such a shame.
It could have
Changed so much.

What I Know Now

Those steps.
So secret
Tumbled
Mossy and inviting.
If only.

The first few lead
Down in to the
Soft wet earth.
Magical and exciting.
If only.

The light was fading
Above but the steps
Carried on leading me.
Down to somewhere i was
Sure i had to go
If only.

Now still i am walking.
Down and down.
Part believing
What i will see will
Be beyond reckoning.
If only.

I fear i am lost.
Forever to be
On this aimless wander.
Decending, turning.
Nowhere walking.
If only i had known.

Tides Turn

You were my work.
My masterpiece. 
All the time
My mind whirred,
Poured in to you.
Perfection was my aim.
I thought i was so
Close.
Then at some point
That all changed.
I lost control.
The vision blurred,
Ideas mixed, merged
Came out all wrong.
They weren’t me.
They belonged to you.
The creator became
Created.
The artist
The work.

Speechless

I lost
All
When we met.
Every single
Word I ever
Knew. 
You stole them
Without moving.
I never felt a thing.
But you left me

Blank

With nothing
To fill my world
But worry.
About what you
Might do,
With my
Precious
Words.

Unheeded

A little light
Just flicked on.
Small and blinking
In to my world.
Im sure in its
Orange stutter,
It wants to tell
Me something
Of great importance.
But sadly for us,
I just cannot
Translate its
Devoted panic.

Tester

There’s paint
On my wall.
A different
Colour to all
The rest.
Just a little patch
There on its own.
When i moved in
I had to paint
Around it.
I couldnt choose
To cover over
Someone else’s
Indecision.

Brave Night

The colour
Ran away.
The light
Followed
Close behind.
The dark
Stood stock
Still and brave.
To mark the
Way we
Cannot see.
That final
Day that
We hoped
Would never
Find us.

The Guest

Well.
Now that im here,
And you have been
So very kind.
I really should stay.
It’s no trouble at all.
I have no other plans
For some time now.
And a rest would
Bring back my strength.
While I would hate you
To think that I could
Ever, just leave you
Alone.