Warmth and ShelterA love story; In spite of all the damage On these blue skies;Warmth and Shelter
Edging closer and closer To my eyes; The dark pupils latching
Onto the colour of a dark, Bottomless pit, like A blind man -
Calling for warmth and Shelter From his own, unquiet mind.
Silence RemainsNight and day - And all that's inbetween - Wild hearts at play and silence Remains: Cold and stale with a streak Of artificial colours and Flavours to seduce and reduce Your traits of stubborness That I know you hold, just As I do.Silence Remains
RunningDarting there, there and there, Your flickering eyes Bouncing the sun Onto the trees and the mirror, Back to me.Running
You always return, Again and again - I guess you never really went away. You lose yourself in the game, As your dance progresses
Into leaps and spirals Weaved together with the willingness of your audience. A tap of your paw, A flash of that smile And you know we'll come running.
Murmurs Bled BlueIts shimmers, its shines Murmur onto the lines, Trying to make a free world; A free person, really.Murmurs Bled Blue
It bleeds blue empty Words onto The white sheets - An unexplainable sequence.
It slithers between my grey Fingers, obeying, obeying The ghosts, the ghastly Shapes and figures
In my hollowness. It fathoms all, Not fazed by A cry, a smile, a touch.
Hello!
)
sean x
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Warning the preceeding link may contain Literature of a Seanographical nature!!
Hey Sean. How're you doing? We still haven't met up for a coffee (or a drink... we're both legal now!) yet. I'm going to bug you about it because I miss you!
xx
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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
- Sylvia Plath.
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