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.
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.
just like the moon
you stay with me during the night and by sunrise
you are gone.
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 piece of my heart will always be yours, and I find a comfort from the pain, in the pleasure of knowing a love as good as ours. Thank you, my darling.
And if he wont kiss me, I will kiss someone else, and think of him.
Your soul was there when god created light. When the heavens were put in the sky. When hell was banished beneath us. When land was created to keep us.
You are an ancient divinity no words are worthy to describe. Birthed from light. You are in every fibre of this life’s being- woven into my night.
So, now I bow before you, my love; today, tomorrow, forever. You are in every plane of my existence . My now, my then. This breath and the last. You are my afterlife.
From dream comes truth
And truth I cannot believe,
How lucky I am
That you woke up beside me.
A Gentle Glance At The Gruesome 