Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Last December

Last December was a gloriously beautiful time
I had just begun to notice your gorgeous smile
Felt my heart slip at the sound of that soulful voice
Found myself thinking you so fine.

Last December there were walks on a cold winter night
You told me your stories, I shared some of mine
There was fog in the air and a wee bit of tension
I was love-struck, did I mention?

Last December I lost myself staring into your eyes
Hours filled with love poems and day dreamer sighs
There were romantic movies and cheesy songs too
Last December I fell in love with you.

Last December you were the only man I could see
I was almost convinced you were made for me
You became my muse, I was making art
Last December you also broke my heart.

It's December again, the fog fills the air
But I'm so glad that I'm not there
I sit in a different city so far away from you
It's December again and I'm in love with someone new.

Oh, December is a glorious time
I have just begun to notice his beautiful smile
How my heart slips at the sound of that soulful voice
And every time I see him I think he's so fine...

Thursday, 3 December 2015

To Heal a Broken Bird

Everything broken begs to be healed
Even as it tries to fly away
Spreading the wounds wide and open
Flapping the wings hard
Occasionally even trying to run

Everything broken wants to be healed
To find itself between the clasp of warm hands
A sabbatical in a new place
The only job to eat and drink and sleep
As the prickling medicine runs over the hurt
It will still try to break out
Banging it's head against the walls
And many failed escapes.

Everything broken needs to be healed
Even in the naivety of not knowing
How torn it is and where
It's obliviousness to the wound
Is but a sign of how much it hurts
To have been pushed into an unconscious
Too much to bear.

Everything broken has to be healed
Even when flying and dancing
Chirping away with the friends
As it sleeps in the night
Wanders during the day
There is a pain in the heart that never goes away.

Everything broken will be healed
It may say it doesn't want to
It may shake the floor in protest
It may poop all over, tired and scared
It may not touch a grain of rice
Or a drop of water
Even when it does
Not know any better.