An Unamed Short Story From A Long Time Ago

Afterwards, he could never remember how they came to be on the roof. The rain poured, the lightening flashed and they'd run out through the roof door laughing. He'd never seen her laugh like this. She laughed sometimes but it was either false or steeped in sorrow and neither lasted long. This laugh was wild, unbound, exhilerated. It was the lightening, the wind and rain. It was sunshine, cloud and snow. It belonged to the elements. but somewhere at the back was a nervous note. A hysteria - the laugh had nothing to do with mirth.
She'd spun around and around, her dress, her hair, floating around her, soaked but still light and laughed all the while. Suddenly she stopped and fixed her gaze right on him.
"It's okay" she said. "I know where to go now. I'm free. Everything's going to be okay."
She smiled but it was still tinged with sadness. For the first time her eyes were clear. He knew somehow what she would do, knew it was right. She kissed his forehead gently and whispered in his ear:
"I'm going to live forever now"
She was on the edge. Away from him. He stood paralysed. She smiled at him, that sad smile again. And then she was gone. He stayed where he was. He was sure for a moment, just a moment, she'd gone up. She'd flown. She wanted to fly, never to fall. His lips parted, the feel of her was in the storm. Softly, he began to sing, a wordless, lilting melody that flowed everywhere. Her song, her spirit, encaptured in notes. Just her.

He was still singing when the screaming started.

Election Day

The ballot boxes waiting
The doors about to open
The queues awinding outwards
The Journalists all ready
The radios are blaring
The propaganda's flying
The politicians sweating
The voters' pens all scratching
The papers ready for counting
The men, the women, the workers, the unemployed, the old, the young, the interested, the apathetic, the greens, the reds, the yellows, the blues, for UKIP, for Labour, for Tories, for Lib Dems, for Greens, for Respect, for Independants, for Independance, for our Rights, for our Lives, for our Economy, for our Schools, for our Hospitals, for our Future,
The country Votes.

Blake

Tiger, Tiger fill my dreams,

Rip Reality at the seams.



Tiger, Tiger haunt my night,

FIll my days with endless light.



Tiger, Tiger kiss my lips,

Drink my life in tiny sips.



Tiger, Tiger laugh with me,

Move through time alive and free

Tiger, Tiger whisper soft,

Your worldly views I hold aloft.

Tiger, Tiger hold me close,

Be the one I love the most.

On Foot

Sat at the bus stop, head down, watching
Feet.
Shoes of all sizes, colours,
Moving past, unaware.
My eyes on them. But none are right.
None
Carry the face that makes me break into a smile. None
Are the base for the shoulders I can run my hands across. None
Hold up the arms that hold me,
The hands that tangle in my hair and stroke my face. None
None are the feet that lead to the legs
To the body that I press myself against in sleep. None
Give that motion, the lazy, smiling, strolling amble
That brings out the sun.
And it makes me sad.
I want to see those feet that carry what I love.

The Simplest Poem In The World

A tiny little note,
Just so you know it's true,
It needed to be wrote:
I Love You.

Amor Dormit

I want to run my hands across your sleeping form.
Tangle my fingers round your hair,
Stroke the velvet of your face,
And breath the deep rich scent of morning star
Caught by the arrow of your eye, I can only watch
And follow the rise and fall of ribs under taut skin.
Lips parted, soft, at peace,
An angel, perfection, you.
You own me.
Never let me go.