What I Have Is Yours; For Tim

to you i owe some light

for breaking through the dark

to you i owe some love

for showing me what it was

to you i owe my life

for never letting me let it go

to you i owe my mind

for it is you who helped to shape it

to you i owe patience

you given me all of yours

to you i owe forever

without you  i would be empty

this moment in time this one second i was happy

i didn’t worry nor give in to the cruelties of mirrors

i didn’t remember my past i didn’t think about my future

i just lived then and only then was i alive

i miss that moment because it was only a moment

was it enough time to enjoy being happy

i was happy that is the only thing that counts

i found happiness 

Let Go, Let God

Tonight as a storm grew outside my window

 I was panic-stricken an unknown sense of loss

When I read some words I had cherished in my heart

 I wanted to speak with God coffee would have been nice

It is time I had lost the taste for the comforting cup

 It was so easy to have a purpose and direction

The music is calling out to me a lullaby I loved

 Sweetened sleep tonight as my dreams take me back

A kind of haunting never sleeps when it is ignored

The Anti-Valentine

the anti-valentine  should be feared

the colour pink makes her ill

unopened lacy hearts turned into confetti 

the trash bin had a party with it

dying flowers stems are supported

stand still with their chocolate bases

strawberry filling and the best Belgian delights

creates a tough unmoveable cement

plush pink bears lay silently down

even if they wanted to talk they could not

for their heads been maliciously guillotined

you should really think more than twice

about kissing the Anti-valentine

if she shows up at your door wearing pink

holding a bouquet of red roses and cupid by the wings

do not open the door just slip out the back way

Mixed Colours, Non Colours

sadness reams upon

a sunlit roof of tinkling glass

pale creature lost Apollo

endless catacombs of the mind

the labyrinth unexplored

feeds off uncertainty

night comes uninvited

days of shirts that will not fit

follow the week in sadness

minds are made up

and mirrors awake a beast

a gate succumbs with a mournful cry

peace offering an olive branch

for a war that had not started

confusion is a dish served

not cold not hot just served

Butterfly Math

years from now

when the dust settles

when i can see a picture

clear without colour

all is stripped away

eyes that intimidate you

become beautiful

at the snap of fingers

you changed like butterfly math

gradual steps maybe 

same mind different body

altered mind same body

still hiding behind corners

waiting for a scream

define spontaneity

the dust never lifted

more years in the rain

one day you and i

will become clean

truly a perfect sight

being naked together