Friday, 14 June 2013

Make me whole

Just what are you seeing when you close your eyes?
Is the sun always shining in perfect blue skies?
Do your thoughts float through fluffy white clouds in your dreams?
Or do you ever think this is not as it seems?

When I sleep I still feel I have your hand in mine
And I’m not alone and all things should be fine 
for you’re there to protect me from all that I fear
when the darkness comes closer and nightmares are here.

Yet I’m lost in a world that’s not real but seems true
Searching always for someone, and always it’s you
Though I think you’re beside me as I feel your touch
I’m still scared of these feelings that overrule much.

So if you see sunshine and perfect blue skies
When you lay down beside her and you close your eyes
will you push past my dark clouds and look deep in my soul
for the love that we once had and so make me whole.

To Where We Belong

To where we belong

He first went there with school long ago. The teacher’s told them that the stone work was Roman, remnants from hundreds of years ago. Turned out that it wasn’t Roman at all. It was an old mill used for making first iron and then fine paper for wrapping needles. Romantic maybe – but not Roman.
When they met years later, he could not wait to take her to this place, high up the hillside in the depths of the forest with the stream trickling then rushing down from the tops. Brown, yellow and orange tainted leaves and ferns painted the background for the scene.
And she loved it too. It was an almost secret place with it’s overhanging trees and woodland walk to it, which not many used. The millpond itself lies clear, still holding secrets from times gone by. 
This day he was on his own, He had walked up the incline to the pond with his head bent against the stinging wind and rain fighting against the stinging tears that he could not hold back. He held the urn high in the air and tilted it slowly, sprinkling the ashes of the one who knew him best, into the water.