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When we first met. 18 and alone. My beautiful soul to love. I felt at home. Fireworks and passion. You were my beautiful sky. Give me 35 minutes. And I'll tell you why. A day in the life with us.
I remember the day I first saw her. Her hair red like saffron, her eyes like marbles, cats eye marbles. She was eight when I joined the church group, I found her sitting outside on The Artist's stone.
I watch the giraffe float across the sky, and sigh gently. My pet potato yips at my heels excitedly, eyes wide in happiness.
A man in his mid sixties with grey hair, stooped walk and slight limp in his left leg - but what really got me were his eyes. They seemed to shine with a joke that only he knew.
She stands tall and bright, like a sliver of moon light. Her hair is long and fair. Her celestial dress adorned with pearls gleaming in the night.
An ancient withered crone Sat upon her haggard throne: A rocking chair of wood, Creaking where it stood. Her withered hands were old, Not the graceful age that's told.
Stop a moment.. Wait and hush - Do you hear the steady rush Of seconds fleeting... Burning up. I try to scoop them in my cup; Moments dribble From my eyes... No time for tears. Don't sympathise.
Wake up in the morning. Bleary eyed in the half light. Snatches of broken dreams. Flood back to me from night. Dreams of strange scenarios. As though my bed's a stage.
The blueness of the sky. Rains down from above. Filling my whole self. With sweet memories of love. Your spirit is here with me. Forever remaining close. And even when the sun goes in.
I wake up from those dreams, And all I remember is you. Only that you where there, Even though others were too. But I can't name them, I can't remembers their faces. I just remember you...
He never really quite understood why. She had seemed so happy the day before.
Let's take a walk Down memory lane, Lined with berries, Bursting with colour. But be warned, They're bittersweet. Pleasant at first, They leave a taste, Of moments out of reach, Like fat salty tears.
As he watched the Jubilee Upon his black and white TV He thought on what had passed before Starting when he fought a war As soldier, nation's hopes he carried Then in the 50's, young man...
Lay your head where my heart used to be Hold the earth above me Lay down in the green grass Remember when you loved me Come closer don't be shy Stand beneath a rainy sky The moon is over the...
When the childhood comes back again. Through the window of your fast life train. Just before train will reach final stop. Open window, let your childhood to hop. Into cabin where loneliness dwells.
West India Dock, pageant ends. Boat is filling up with friends. Some had been there from the start. Dressing up to play their part. Others drove and joined us late. To make the atmosphere so great.
I look on with big eyes, My hair was so pale then. I was just a little child... watching it happen again. I saw the boxes get filled, And saw the furniture move. Another life packed into boxes.
Our Manderley. Our Manderley. Last night I dream't of our Manderley. It was not the house on fire. but my soul burn't and in tatters. Fine Manderley I can but only there be free.
The same song's playing on the radio. The same song I heard back in ninety four. When I was just a child. Playing cowboys running wild. Nostalgia sets in about half past ten.
I miss you my dear friend. I just want to speak to you again. I don't know where to start and how to end. I liked your comments. I liked your words. I liked every word you ever told.
Birds in the sky, they've all gone to bed. Drops have faded into puddles and the leaves are dead. No-one's alive at this time of night. I'm all alone and basking in the moonlight.
I felt the sun on my feet, the sticky sweat dripping down my body. It reminded me of a pudding, one mother would make when we lived in Berlin. This memory didn't help my hunger.
We all have things that we always have in our person. May it be a phone or a bracelet or a bus pass. Mine is a ring. My great great grandmother's engagement ring to be exact.
Once there was a Summertide that seemed to last forever. It stretched into eternity, ending never. How I miss those far-flung days when friends were always at my side.