Twin Flame

No, your not her, you have a shard of her soul, a reflection. Your manoeuvres have all been deflections.

She would not say the things you say, that illness is selfish, and I must be better in my ways.

I got dazzled by your lights, a stunned rabbit, to timid to get into fights.

No, your not her, not my twin flame, your soul is an empty expanse with no bridge between mine. And though you trap me with your words, I feel fine. I have trust in the universe, the intervention of the divine.

So busy yourself with the detail of every nonsensical moment, and let me be broken in the corner and bent. It’s not your place to ‘fix’ me … I’m staring at the sky so hard I can see her reflected in the breeze.

D May 2017

Lost

Lightning struck the ground fifty yards ahead, rain soaked my bike leathers and bounced off my visor. High in the mountains of cymystwyth, chased by the demons I live with.

Sunshine breaks through as I peak on the plateau, the rain eases as my little two stroke engine battles the last incline, I’m alone in the wilderness, and for that mercy I feel fine.

I’ve arrived again at the place where God meets the earth, where a man can converse and prove his worth.

I am lost, I am found and all around is the nothing of sound.

D May 2017

I am Fallen

Why strive so hard to make light win, do you think your love of good would lessen your sins.

If the sun shone all night how would you know day, and every comment you tell undermines your say.

I do not wallow in the dark and suffering of others, but I appreciate that with light you have dark, like sisters have brothers.

It’s a game of life you fool yourself with, that if white wins there are no losers, but when you blind me with your martyrdom it’s me on my knees, with bruises.

I am dark and I shine like a negative sun casting white shadows, for how can you have, when cannot accept what you cannot have.

Love me for what I am, instead you try to fashion me an angel … Though I am fallen.

D May 2017

Canyon

These canyon walls bare silence to my anger, my rushing mind hushed to stillness.

Nature does not care for anguish, it tries it’s best to bring in life’s fullfilness.

But I stand like a broken pendulum, with no time left to count.

Me, this wall of stone, I begin to mount.

Maybe at the summit I’ll find my sanity kept safe, in nature’s lock.

D May 2017