Incomplete

Perfection—
a poison we take,
a faith so cruel,
we didn’t choose.

The heaven we seek
is buried
within thought, soul
and skin.

Kill the lies.
Spread its ashes
to edge—
and end.

The end.
 Always,
 the end.

Liminal Spaces

Follow me
to the start—
to the space between then and now,
in the waiting,
in the becoming.

I sit here
in silence,
in stillness,
in knowing.

I feel the soil beneath my feet,
the heat on my brow,
the wind in my ears,
the shivers on my skin.

The scent of you draws closer.
I watch the space between us collapse.

Our souls align.
Longing stirs—
here,
in this moment.

It won’t be long now
before we meet.

So, I wait
in the silence of knowing,
in this space
between then and now.

In the Deep

In the deep,
beneath ash and bones,
lies a soul—
a fleeting light,
a sacred abode.

I saw the crows take flight
before you exhaled this life.

Pain is but a visitor.
It haunts the silent hours,
creeps and crawls,
spreading thorns
that I slip into.

As I anchor to this ship,
the heaviness is set.
I gasp for air
and beg for sleep.

I sink into lamentation—
the edges wounding me as I fall,
the scabs, fresh and tender.
My tender heart
is made of frailty.

I beg not for release.
Release is to forget.
To forget is to numb.
To numb is to die.
To die is the end.

My pain, my life.
My pain, my truth.

Carry me to another light—
a light coloured with remembrance,
where your greatness resides,
where the waters are still,
where a smile finds its place,
where joy is its purest form,
where all is fleeting,
where you will be
in the end.

Until then, I will dream
and find solace at the table
in the stillness of Sunday morning.

I will meet you there—
when all is said
and done.

Enter

I find myself here—
looking back at the fog,
whose voice once hummed a sickly tune.
In a time when the rain fell,
greying the skies…
in a time when noise was my symphony,
when the moon was nowhere to be found,
when the nights were never still,
and my blood ran cold
with each breath I took.

I find myself here—
no longer rejecting the shadows.
I come alive every morn—
in the days when the sun blesses me
with vision and light,
in the days when the clouds are all I see,
yet weigh on me not,
in the days when no one sees me,
or speaks to me…
when the rain pitter-patters on the roof,
reminding me
of the distance there was
and the distance there is—
like the fog that lingers…
it blurs not the path,
yet it is never gone.

Smile

Your smile,
the one I see.
Your laughter piercing the air—
I hear it so clearly.
I feel you around me,
near or far,
in silence and in sound.

Your smile,
full of cheer and glee.
May our freedom never flee,
may our memories stay,
even when life leads us astray.

In the early hours of night,
when the world weighs on my shoulders,
when all seems lost,
your smile returns—
your words, a gentle embrace.

Through long talks,
we celebrate the wins and losses,
the beginning and end of love,
the deepening of our bond.

And when we meet,
I feel renewed.
With a companion at my side,
words need not be spoken
to fill the silence there is.

It’s you,
the one I need
so dearly.
Now I see it clearly—
I found a friend in you.