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Time spent with two people, Though neither one real, Not knowing my self or feelings, I'm a liar too, A message cast across the seas, No reply. It's for the best.

Carried by the wind Gusts of air and dust left Shimmering in the light After you pass To the other side of the world I find my dreams That is where you reside In my soul My heart knows itself I can only follow its beat It's clear and resounding Unfaltering You knew my song From before I learnt it You left me these notes Now I want to play it for you I miss you

Just so you know… The joke scarecrow will never leave. He'll be there, tending to my fields forever. With your twinkle in his eye.

I'm dragged back kicking and screaming, Into the eye of the storm, And I realise, It's calm here. All around the gale rages, The wind is howling, Whirling and whipping, But not here. I've forgotten for the first time in ages, Not just blocking out, I wish I could stay, But I don't live here. Not any more. …I live in the storm.

In a dream he asked me where we'd met And I looked at him with a smile I told him moments were too many And he frowned and sat down for a while He told me a love needs a poem Or a book, a sonnet, a story A tale for all to listen and laugh And smile with warmth and glory So he looked at me with no malice From the dream, he said it was wrong So I told him something unique: I told him we met in a song

Sending pennies with my mind On a postcard addressed to nothing But with a hair-raising picture For to make you find A smile in a hard day Or a grin in the work place A flutter on a bicycle Or a reason to stay Sending pennies without pounds With postage stamps absent But creative love ringing true Whilst you mirror the drawn sounds For to enjoy the light We found that day Or to embrace the new words We're now prone to write Sending pennies in a poem you wrote And still not forgetting their meaning Whilst we hug in dark spaces And move to music on a boat With a lady with child And one hundred happy faces Sending pennies w

Words upon a screen, Sent from far away Wake tired eyes and shake resolve- A bittersweet bouquet Of the words, By a gorgeous dreamer, Writing in a bunk bed, Who, travelling with tea bags, Paints bright words from her head That lighten my dark mornings And tempt me to perceive That if she could walk the other side The threads are free to weave And I, too, can believe.

In the winter In the winter I'll stand alone In my scarf Of musical notes In a blizzard In a blizzard Weeks before In the sky Was warmer air I was a pauper with coins When candles were lit with a spark Electric fires from eyes Fused both the beaters In time In the future In the future I stood beside My old friend My new love In the winter In the winter I'll stand alone But with my girl On the phone I was a pauper with coins When candles were lit with a spark Electric fires from eyes Fused both the beaters In time

And so the week draws closer; A band to see A friend to kiss A beach to dig Yet whales can ponder Friends can wait And music can wonder Till clarity smothers A day before the rest Will consume thought Through the following days Of civility A station; for forms, For the accused to pander To details wanted And frightful slander Who knows the answer But those aside from me In suits, ties And formal wear Whatever the tuesday tone I know of love And adoration from many: I'm not alone

Tripping over a thought You take it And make it Into art Often you lose the meaning But it's still true For you At the start Fearfully unloading And tearfully decoding The beauty of your heart.

She fiddles with lines and sentences Sprinkling beauty like icing sugar but knowing it's too sweet To eat Or even think about. Like thoughts of love So soft she wishes to cuddle them But is afraid of being burnt She's another that learnt The hard way. Joni warned her, has scars to present Tommy scorned her, through bars of resentment But she stumbled forward stupidly Once was enough Leaving a trail of sadness Buckets of the stuff.

An angel strolling in the light of a light lamppost, In the rain I catch a flicker of gold, I cycle this way every night but she soothes the bite of the cold. An angel striding to the foot of a bridge. In the darkness I notice the glimmering wings, Forgetting the sadness of pedalling My life is a tune that he sings. An evening of faces but ones I can't reach Holding apples in shining cups A damp breeze sweeps me from the conversation and into an angel who picks me up. But the journey home is cold and alone I cycle on, wiping rain from my eyes Wishing the dawn was there to postpone Escaping the blanket of sighs. A car skids, f

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