Forever

 

 

I remember it all

The tears

The tantrums, it all

Mostly the love and passion

A world away

Like a dream

Just memories

A web of pain

Drives me insane

Fill my brain

With knots

Of love lost

 

I remember it all

Your lips

The look, you gave me, from across the room

When I came home

Love in your eyes

Waiting for you, all night

Waiting for the clang of the bike

The old rusty gate

 

I remember it all

The first night

Look across the room

Our last kiss

The night you told me, you loved me

As we made love

 

I remember it all

Knocking on the door

Walking in the gate at a party

Falling into your lap

The clang of the bike

The old rusty gate

 

I’m scared I will forget

Scared that is all I get

 

Would trade it all

For one more

Summer day, basking in the sun

Immersed in your love

 

Miss your voice and your laugh

Miss our nicknames

Loved you that much

Drove me insane

 

Give it up

Throw it all away

Just for one more day

 

Riding on the bus

Skipping school adventures

Just the two of us

Living each day as our last

All a distant past

 

I remember it all

Your last breathe

The heart breaking pain

The screams of lonely nights

Excruciating loss

Your death

What a mess

The blame

What we became

 

Heaven must need you

I’d give anything

Just one last time

To tell you I love you

To hear the clang of the bike

The old rusty gate

 

You said, only the good die young

Forever

Will be our love

Forever

I will remember it all

Festering Wound

 

 

I was crying out for help

No one could hear me

Only seeing the behaviour

Never acknowledging the pain

Buried

Festering wound

Oozing filthy puss

All I wanted was healing

All I wanted was escape

Called me drunken whore

Left me in the filth of the gutter

To lick my festering wound

 

Wild Love

 

 

No one wants the half-eaten fruit

Placed back on the shelf

To slowly wither and rot

 

Scars across my body

Like tattoos telling

Stories of trauma,

Grief

 

Yearning for wild love

Connecting

Eyes lock into eyes

Unspoken words

Touch speaking passion

Reciprocating desire

Melting into lost moments

Wanting to stop time

To stay forever

Wrapped in sweaty arms,

Moist lips,

Tangled in hearts beating in time

 

Untamed

Free

Wild love

Dancing with abandonment

Untold Story

 

‘There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.’

-          Maya Angelou

Spirit

 

 

In the darkest days

In the darkest nights

The spirit lives on

 

There are many roads we may not walk

Questions left whispered on sorry lips

Forever unanswered 

 

As the sun sets

Birds call their mournful cry 

Wild horses gallop

The spirit defiantly lives on

 

Tears will flow like muddy rivers

Hearts will ache unbearable ache

Beneath impenetrable grey skies

Sadness burnt on ancient mountains

A burning wound festers

 

In the darkest days

Through our darkest nights 

The spirit courageously lives on

 

Forever scarred 

 

The spirit 

The wild storm 

Balm to our wounds 

Drenching thirsty land

 

Words fail

Memories swirl 

Spirit dances in the wild winds

 

In the darkest days

Through the longest, darkest nights

A wild spirit gallops 

With the wild horses

Forever roaming free

Big Magic

 

A warm, wild wind blew around them not stirring the large gum trees buried in the banks. It circled them, dancing at their feet, wrapping around them, pushing them forward, pushing them to the edge of the strong boulders that firmly sat beneath their tired feet. For a moment she wanted to retreat to the safety of the kingdom below but she took a deep breath, smelling the familiar scents of the bush, the smell of home. She felt the warmth of the hot harsh summer sun on her olive skin and as the wind blew and sun beat down on them, the Queen straightened her battered crown and her little Prince clung to his strong Mumma as they jumped. They propelled off the ledge into the wide-open expanse, feeling the spray from the powerful water rushing over the rocks beside them. They moved through the thick air with grace, like they had butterfly wings; inspiration and fear carrying them off the edge of the large rock face into the life-giving water of the big magic.