Dew Drops

As I watch the morning grass,
I see the dew drops turn to glass.
The colours dance from blue to pink,
to green, oh how those dew drops wink.

The sun is out and warming up,
as am I with my trusty cup,
filled with sweet and milky tea.
My toast is getting there, I see.

Now the dew begins to dry
and steam begins to rise and try
to disappear into the sky,
a rainbow mist before my eye.

A spider on his web so fine
is hampered by dew on his line
of silken thread he moulds and bends
into his home where he descends.

He tries to catch his morning fly
but dew drops halt his every try
to find his way across the plain.
Too late, he's gone, try again.

When my tea is drunk and gone,
I step inside to carry on
with chores and tasks I could ignore,
when something stops me at the door.

A shining light from outside pours
in through the windows and the door.
A spectacle I never thought I'd see:
the fairies dancing just for me.

They used the dew drops as their lights,
for music, one was playing the pipes.
Another had a fiddle of gold.
What a story my eyes told.

I turned my gaze from all these sights,
from dancing fairies, and their lights.
But when I looked back, expecting light,
my eyes portrayed a different sight.

For the fairies, bright and smart and fast
were dancing round the shadows cast
by my garden gnomes and wishing well.
Oh, how I wished I could tell.

One approached and said to me
"We have been watching over thee,
keeping evil things at bay,
all through the night and also day."

My eyes were wide at what was said
but soon I closed them, and in my head
I told myself that they weren't real,
and went inside to eat my meal.

On looking out my kitchen window,
I know that fairies are lying low,
keeping watch on my abode,
and those who pass the threshold.

So if you meet a fairy or two,
don't be frightened, they're just for you.
They keep you safe, though they hide.
Just try to keep your eyes wide...

03/08/12

Shadows

Is there someone hiding?
Someone you'd prefer?
My heart is growing sore
at the very thought.

You keep me guessing,
trying.
I try so hard to help you
every day,
every way,
but nothing.

You moan when I
don't try.
You moan when I
do.
So tell me, please,
what am I supposed to do?


In fact,
my mind is made up:
I will no longer
try to help you with your
problem.

You're on your own.

Conflictions.

How can you be so
very far away
when you're only
through a wall?

Normally
I feel amazing
just because I have you.
But right now,
I feel as though my
heart's been
ripped from my chest.

Am I really
not enough?

When I want
you close to me,
I can't, and it hurts.

I mean,
I can watch a film
and a random event
can bring me to tears
because it brings
memories of you
flooding back to me,
the tears flow in
rivers down my cheeks.

You can bring me
down to earth
with a single word,
make me realise
how much you love me
with a touch,
but you take advantage
of my good nature.

I will always love you
but sometimes we
drift apart,
fighting for hours
about something
which shouldn't
really bother us.

I admit, it's
usually me that starts it,
but I'm protective
and I don't want
anything to come between us.

Know that I'll
always love you
and nothing will
change that.

I don't know

"My love for you
will never die",
a promise I kept
for you and I.
No matter what
you did to me,
I'd always be
too blind to see
that all your love
and all your lies,
would cause me to
always dispise
your lovely face
and clear blue eyes
that turned out
to be your disguise.
A mask to hide
your hollow ways,
to scam my heart,
produce a haze,
to stop me seeing
what you are
and make me think
you love my heart.
But, deep down,
you want the best
for your own heart,
your head, the rest.
You just don't care
about the cost.
Let me tell you,
go, get lost!
I no longer
need your love.
I have what I need
and more above.
So take your lies
and empty words.
Send them flying
up with the birds.
I don't want to
hear your pleas.
Just thinking of you
makes me freeze.
Go, be gone,
and don't come back.
Knowing you,
you'll still attack.
My sad addiction
to your ways,
what you do,
and what you say,
makes it hard
to cut all ties.
With you, I'll have to
tell some lies.
So, here you go,
you monsterous lout.
I hate you now!
Peace out.

14/02/10

The Last Moment.

As I lay down my head,
I feel the snowflakes;
they caress my face,
melting as soon as they
touch my skin.

I smile at the sensation
of warmth and cold
as it radiates through
my body, tidal waves
of life and death.

I breathe in so deeply,
the scent of pine fills
my lungs, the aroma
overwhelming all of my
senses at once.

The pain in my chest
ebbs and flows as
the waves wash
over me, with each one
more agonising.

I reach into my old coat,
and feel something,
warm and thick: it
oozes from the wound
in my pale skin.

My blood, rich with
iron and life, seeps
through the silk
that covers my skin
so delicately.

I feel the darkness of
death creep closer,
shrouding me,
smothering me like
a down pillow.

The cool air of winter
breathes over me,
chasing the only
heat that still laps
at my heart.

Light filters through
wrapping around me,
filling my heart with
white heat,
drawing me in.

I fight no more. I will
follow the music as it
plays far away in the
distance,
calling me home.

02/02/10

All This Time

After all this time,
you can still understand
anything I think,
anything I do,
anything I feel.

You still know me
as well as you ever did,
how I think,
how I act,
how I feel.

You make me laugh,
like no one else ever could.
Well, I think.
Well, I do.
Well, I feel.

And I knew you
would be back, I know
how you think,
how you act, but
not how you feel.

You never could
tell me how you feel,
what you think
we should do,
how we feel.

But after all this time,
I don't know.
What do you think?

27/01/10

Torn

Those wounds,
deep in my chest,
ripped open
once again.
Fresh blood
drains from my
heart and
stains my
pale, white skin.
I'd give
anything to
have a hell hound
rip me inside
instead of
your words,
your lack of trust
in me.
I'd burn
in the fires of
the sun
before I'd
let your
words scald me
once again.
My heart
no longer feels
emotion,
nor do I.
You took away
my will
to love
again, and now
you must
keep your
promises to me
as I have
for you.
It is time you made
a decision.
Love me
or hate me. It is
your
choice.

23/01/2010