Whither to way
Or wither
Last rites of spring
Unpack come hither
Deceptive minx
All sunshine then stormy weather
Borrow trouble from the mother
Stir the blood
Wake it higher
Winter sleeps
Fitfully

Barrow a cup of sugar
Sea son it with thyme
Wake in what her Lilly’s
Brake bread
In meet
In rime

a demon at the gate
A nightmare on the leash
A blood filled choice
Revenge given voice
Cries of pain
Give way to anguish
And the sudden silence
Of a cold moonlit night

Sleep soundly beneath
Breaking waves
Soft sounds
Bubbling to surface
Heat bleeds in
Endless nights
Cold seeping into thoughts
Ice shivers piercing dreams
Surfacing
Waking
Chased by a horror unsettled

I would come to you
If I knew how to find you
I would come
If I knew you wanted me there

Give me this moment
breathe me in free
I’m just a wastrel
doomed as all can see

There is a moment when we stop being fiction
When our lives and dreams are no longer fun distractions
When our baggage and lives are revealed and we become real people

That’s when we learn
That’s when we find out if we were a meteorite burning through the atmosphere
Wished upon then forgotten
Or if you can truly love this lump of metal burned by the passage to you

This was a bad idea
There’s prolific and there’s insanity
Four a day is the emotional equivalent
Of daily open heart surgery

Love is acknowledging that the happiness of another person is just as important as your own
Love is joy in their joy
Love is beautiful
The relationship is the work
It builds the framework so that love can flourish
It is in need of constant attention and care
ultimately, the home built is as beautiful as what it housed
But it is the hardest work you will ever do
And the most rewarding