From A Distance

From a distance

I peer into the shrivelled pages of my past
The viscous ink still sodden as it bleeds on to the present,
Fragile papyrus, neatly resting under my fettered fingers,
Cursively writing my fate,
As Providence writes it for me

From a distance

Life is coloured sweetness
Morning air, warm rain, and citrus scents
Plush red, pond lily's, angelic aroma's
Yet to flee our guileless senses
Ephemeral love, felt

From a distance

Hectic, frenetic, tremors of unease
Coarse, maroon, threads of suffering,
Sons of Cain, tangled in limp weaves of pain,
Stitching the last crevices of our hardened hearts
How I long to feel,

Even if from a distance.

Remind me

I can feel it, like a trickle at the chamber of my heart,
A distant, but ever familiar feeling, gently stroking the mane of my consciousness, whispering what my senses cannot bear to withstand, teaching me that there is more.

I can see you, I can feel you.
Snippets of your being, a whiff of your soul, slighting past mine.

Reminding me of your presence.

The eyes I have forgotten.

The voice I used to hear.

Remind me

Of Love and Life

I can only feel
My heart wince in sorrow,
Coloured worlds around me,
Apparitions of love and life
As if but pale and hollow
Here today, forgotten tomorrow

Mine, forever, pleasure and pain
To see your treasured soul waver
Between your eyes again, and again,
Your precious iris,
Peering through mine
Only to find yours

It is we who colour this
Bleak world,
And it is we who strip
Our hearts of its edenic fragrance
And wear its luminous lustre

Don't look away, Forever seek.
Until time's gentle fingers
Pass over our tired eyes
And all that remains of love and life is
You.