Turn of the tide

The tide is in on my heart

When it comes to you

And as we stay apart

There’s no wave of glimmering blue

The waters rip-curl furious waves

As your name flickers off my tongue

Echoing ceaselessly in my hidden caves

Our melodies far too long unsung

You can’t hear my soft voice

Against your own hectic tide

But It’s not like we had any choice

For our own waves we must ride

I can’t surf your troubled waters

For they’d only spit me out onto the shore

But finally my glimmering lagoon whispers

I don’t love you anymore

Unfinished Interval

After you turn the page

On a momentous chapter in your life

Or in fact an epoch snatched with rage

It feels as though the ink will seep

Through chapters to come like a piercing knife

And with each burning stain you’ll weep

Each time you go to write a new verse

Despite each beautiful segment

The ooze of ink will seem worse

So then you’ll try a different avenue

A pattern not of hatred and resent

Instead of ink the color blue

Your entries will be swirls of gold

Will each happy memory be true?

Elements of fiction may be twisted in

A new woman, headstrong, confident, bold

Living for the hopes and dreams within

Admirers of her art beg to enter

The next part of such a work of literature

Their gushing sentiments try to prompt her

But as she endeavors to write her life epic

An unfinished chapter is all she can still picture

Contiguity of the souls

Vibrant cerulean dreams of the evening skies

Flowers blooming in the summer sun

Remind me of my distant yet vivid highs

Surreal content that seemed to eternally drag on

How can you want something you don’t need

And how can you miss what doesn’t exist

Old torrid wounds can still somehow bleed

Even though the show has gone on

Birds sing the songs that twisted our tongues

Melodies I can no longer bear to play

Why do little reminders choke me to the core

When I never even wanted you to stay

A golden hue fogs the garden of my mind

A nostalgic haze of times long lost

Still I wonder on my path will I ever find

The wholesomeness of what we begun

Tempo di salutarsi

Time to say goodbye

Paesi che non ho mai

veduto e vissuto con te

Memories of our laughter play

In my bittersweet mind

And in the summer night skies

I wonder if I’ll ever again find

The warmth of your eyes

Time to say goodbye

I waltz into the moonlight

Each happy moment a sweet lie

But when it once again feels right

For your amore I will try

Time to say goodbye

To countries I never saw and shared with you

Alone I shall encounter their beauty

So there’s no time to sit and cry

Another suitcase in another hall

I keep on caressing the palms of what ifs

Delicately mapping out the future maybes

Laughing to the chimes of the now

To the potentials

To the possibilities

You keep coming along to make me feel whole again

To remind me I’m not the withered petals of a time lost

To make me remember that I, I’m alive

Breathing

Living

Whole

But the laughter, the pleasantries, the rhythm

It’s offbeat with my heart

The thing that keeps me alive

Brewing, mewing

And each time I laugh I realize

I never once miss a beat

No skip

No flutter

My heart just beats

And it’s an ordinary day

Once again

Harboured, eternally

Repression for breakfast

I just can’t get enough

I feed on the lemons

I really like it rough

Every single day

I stomach a little more

Yes Ma I know I know

It’s lucky I walked out the door

It’s easier to agree

To stomach every blow

But I don’t hate you one bit

Though I’m pretty sure you know

I hate the disregarding

Of the magic of you

But always have always will

That’ll forever be true

Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning

He rolls me over gently

Whispers faintly in my ear

I think you’re the one

I turn away with sickening fear

For there was once a boy

Who met me every moonlight

He taught me love and hope

And made everything feel right

One night the moon lit up his darling eyes

And he looked at me like no one had before

He said I love you, you’re the one

And nothing was the same anymore

He wasn’t what I’d dreamt of

Quite the opposite I’d say

But despite all the red flags

I always wanted him to stay

I thought; well I guess that’s love

Standing head on with each others flaws

And not loving despite

But simply, because

I dream about him as you hold me

Mr Pan still visits me every night

And when I say come back to me baby

He simply says; we are going to be alright

For him and I have a destiny

Further than them stars in the sky

And as we once again look up together

I know it never really was goodbye

I love your wit and your charm

The way you can’t keep your mouth off of mine

How you can have me laughing for hours

Off of one silly, cheesy, little line

I love that you try to love me

Even though you think I’m distant and cold

But you see there’s this boy I made a promise to

A promise to together, grow old.

Renaissance

Hush now darling for time has played it’s hand

We don’t belong together in any dimension

And even if we meet in a distant land

For now you must lose my loving attention

A new horizon has collided with my tide

And when I locked into his loving eyes

And felt my happy heart abide

I finally realized it was never about goodbyes

It was the first time I felt for another a flip of my heart

Our troubled knitted souls

Would finally be apart

Dusk

I felt your arms smothering me

Absorbing me into your sphere

Your eyes spoke a thousand words

Like you always want me near

But it’s not your arms I feel anymore

Just dirty jumper sleeves

Heavy eyes trying to understand

Why everybody leaves

Some days I laugh my dirty chime

Echoing round the room

But when I leave the feeling rises

That it’ll be ages until I bloom

I told you not to love me

I said I wasn’t right

But never did I say to you

I wasn’t worth the fight

I sat under the stars tonight

There’s a boulevard. A boulevard where our dreams live. I catch it in the moonlight sky. The consolation of the nights stars map out our dreams. And the moon. The moon guides me to a plateau. A plateau of our love. Our hope. Our dreams. A streamlined reminder of what was there, but what isn’t to come. Of endless chances. A future that hasn’t quite made it to the end. The end of infinite possibilities. The stars aligned the night we met. In fact they wept. They wept because they knew. They knew that our dreams weren’t timeless. In fact they put a timer on our love and our infatuation, our feeling of boundless desire for one another’s future. Oh they wept. Because they knew that our love was pure, unaccountable for the treacherous deception that each would account for in the loss of something so great. Love should conquer all. But what if love is not enough? There is no answer, no comprehensible conclusion to make in such a circumstance. Because love should be enough. No matter how ones mind curls it’s way through each and every intelligible path there is no real answer. But what a wicked thing time must be. To really rip apart two souls whose magnetic force field is so fierce it bounds one to another. What can be done to conquer such a omniscient force? One can not wish upon those potent stars that light the volatile skies to unwind the element of time. We can not reverse the process of the world to give ourselves a love sooner or later. That is the cruelness of our planet, the cruelness of the concept of time which is encroached on our fragile minds. We are taught that certain milestones, certain boundaries, are right in order to live our lives in a righteous way. But what if they weren’t? What if time wasn’t a concept? What if this moon was still ours to keep? Ceaseless. Together.