The River Wensum

The Wensum river,
A thing of wonder,
Hither, tither,
My soul asunder.

In dusk-light beauty,
That burns like fire,
And strikes a duty,
To admire.

To shake the mind,
From trivial sway,
And be unblind,
By nature’s way.

And be un-deafened,
By silent scapes,
There’s profound lessons,
In water’s shapes.

Down at Wensum River.

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Without You

I’m so tired
I sleep all night
And most of the day
I watch through the window
The moon moves across the sky
I lay here – still, silent, alone
What’s there to say?
Just a sorry sight
I’m expired

It’s all true
Sound is dulled
The colour is dimmed
Still I carry on just the same
Even though the light has now gone
It does not matter if it rains
A statue in the wind
Nothing to unfold
Without you

Gloves

Today I got a haircut,
I thought I’d feel amazing.
Instead it just reminded me,
That everything is changing.

Your gloves are in my pocket,
And the weathers not that bad.
But it’s the closest I can get,
To holding your hand.

It used to drive me crazy,
The way you hogged the bed.
Now I’d give anything,
To be annoyed by you again.

What is Love?

What is love?
A thing I think so often of.
I must confess,
I am somewhat obsessed,
By what is love.

A prickling of the skin,
Suggests a mystery within.
Or something less,
A happy accidental mess,
Of neurons firing?

I cannot tell,
The origins of this wicked spell,
Or what it means.
Like trickery, at once it seems,
Such heaven and then hell.

Lost

To know your kiss,
Should hide no doubt.

If they still haunt,
I’ll cast them out.

No darkened clouds,
Or beckoning ghosts.

I’m sure it’s this,
That I miss most.

To gently lay,
Right next to me.

And not to try,
But just to be.

And know my smile,
it hides no tears.

I’m sure you miss,
this most my dear.

Please say the words,
Let’s start anew.

With all my heart,
I’d promise you.

No matter what,
At any cost.

I’d find the love,
That we both lost.

Above My Bed

I know I’ve been a fool,
I say too much I shouldn’t do.

Well I’ve misunderstood,
Your stoic face – it tricked me good.

I give away too much,
But sometimes you don’t give enough.

I hear the words you said,
Your smile still hangs above my bed.

I’m sorry that I said those thing,
They hurt you.

It’s just sometimes I think,
I don’t deserve you.