A Gentle Glance At The Gruesome
A lover, A writer and an indecent adult. art imitating life. a walk through the life of a young woman in Melbourne, Australia.
On this rainy night, slowly descending into the earth I play the same waltz over and over. My hands bled from the strings and my heart from the ache. Each note a token of my affection I send to your ears. Hear my song tonight, all night and the next. Every single night forever more until this waltz is the language we share and the only words speak are poems from the romantics.
A Folie à deux.
come to me, in daylight
when the sun is the highest in the sky
bring me your smile
let me watch you then
come to me, at dusk
when the sky turns purple
bring me your arms
keep me warm as night comes
come to me, in the dead of night
when the stars are the only light
bring me your voice
talk to me as we drift to sleep
stay with me, when the daylight breaks
as the day begins
start it with me
and stay with me, forever more
Your kisses can take me away, someplace else
another dimension, only we know.
Your eyes usher me in, piercing my soul
looking away would only hurt me more
Tell me how you light the darkness up,
and how you bring flames underwater.
How does the winter seem like springtime?
and rain seem like sunlight?
Dark wood burning
and the smell of candles
Deserted streets
and the break of dusk.
I see you in the most delicate things.
When it is mundane
you are there to make it,
extraordinary.
To know you are mine and I am yours, and in this world we belong is enough for me.
These days are so long
and my legs so weary
i wish you were here
to carry me home
a hazel hue to light the way
my voice, a guide
travelling fast enough
to beat the break of day
when we arrive a bed awaits
and there, we take rest
a side for each of us
a sanctuary for lovers
we fall asleep
and we hope we meet in our dreams
because even in sleep
we can’t bear to be alone
When we touch the ground beneath us sinks away, only we are left
Two entities swirling around for all eternity, this is our existence.
It is raining now, pouring. The kind of rain that lasts all day; the kind that wakes you up in the morning and puts you to sleep at night.
The kind that washes all of the day before away, all of the worries and all the pain. Everything that was consuming your mind, gone. The kind that leaves you cleansed.
It is the rain that quenches the thirsty trees and brings flowers back to life. The rain at the end of winter, heralding springtime.
The rain that just falls and falls and falls, it seems as if it will never stop. The kind of rain that falls so long, the skies turn grey and you forget what the sun looks like.
And then, it stops. Just as quickly as it came, and as fast as it fell, it stops. The skies turn blue and the sunlight pierces through the clouds.
Suddenly you are grateful for the rain, because you know without it, you would not get see what always comes after.
a rainbow.
winter nights, dormant souls rest.
springtime afternoon, a welcomed fondness.
These gentle streets guide me to you
brought here by some unknown obligation.
I see the lights and they shine vermilion
the cars and the trains pass me by.
Footsteps play out of tempo
creating a sound I have never heard before,
yet one that is so familiar,
like some deep forgotten memory.
It is like these roads know I am approaching-
preparing the path, carved by your words.
Your breath; the breeze that lightly ushers me,
and your eyes; the lamps that light the journey.
My arrival is ritual, a voyager lost at sea,
a prodigal son, a solider from war.
I return just as they did; always to you
always, home.
Stirring in the night, a tortured soul. Pain, heavy chest, broken cries. Weariest eyes, endurance, only just persevering. You tell me you can’t much longer. ‘Please’ I whisper. I am not ready.
A look. A thousand words within it. A deep breath, cracks my heart and twists my lungs. I plead with the clock- be my friend today. Make this moment last. A look. I know it can’t.
Quivering lip, gentle touches. ‘It is okay’. Lies bring comfort. Let us dream now, dream always. Time is ours here, we are forever. Infinite beings, no disease, no problems.
Then the moment when they take you away. But you are mine, I am yours, you belong somewhere. How will you find me? How will I breathe? How will I be, when I am not ready?
‘I am ready, let me go’.
A Gentle Glance At The Gruesome 