sailing home

where are you?
why am i still waiting?

i feel so cold
the northern winds
chilling my soul.

my anguish is
screaming from the distant shores.

i've been waiting so long
for you.

my fears deep inside
are rising again
and i have no control

i run away

when will it be time to go?
when will you come for me?

i want so badly to go
home

the pounding of the ocean
as i follow the morning star
trying to sail home
to you.

the wind is so strong
so bitter
it hurts my lungs.

i'll keep sailing
across these oceans
until i find you
on the distant shores.

will you warm my soul?
fire up
my dwindling passion?

i'm barely hanging on
as i try to sail home
to you.

here i am
late again
surprised that
You didn't mind waiting.
i pull up a chair
to find You near
as i tell you
my heart is breaking.
You're always here
to calm my fear
that i am not suffering alone.
regardless of pain
You pull me in
I was always Yours
since the beginning.

Simplicity

it’s 4am,
and the sky is so gray,
so bleak.

the radio needs to be turned up,
so that i can hear it over the heavy breathing beside me.

10 more hours, 1000km to go
until my life begins
again.
i’ve thought through everything
every possible plan,
the nerves in my neck, hurting.
i need to make the best decision
the best choice,
to follow the right road,
like the road i’m on now.

my eyes shift from side to side
looking for signs
for obstacles,
to make me change my mind.

follow the yellow lines.

and the light hits me.
that bright pink light
fills the entire sky
at 4:23 am.
and the song is singing to me
about simplicity.
and the sun rises,
removing the fog from the road,
from my eyes,
and everything is clear
as light…

Cannot Be

you were kindled
a hot flame,
burning into
the black night.
my eyes attracted
to the brightness,
the colour
of your light.
i hovered,
i danced
around your fire,
fleeting,
about to miss,
coming in too close,
too intrigued,
i burnt myself
on your kiss.
my heart was pulled
in different ways
that i didn’t understand.

this cannot be.

so I dream of you
and what could be
and then
i snuff
you out.

shifting

i will dream
of the next time
we touch.

shifting waters
as I reach
out to you.
shifting waters
pull you away
our fingers
no longer grasping
what we had.

don’t stray from me

hold tight to the ocean
let it bring you into
the shore
and i’ll be waiting
for you
once more.

The Mushroom House

deep within the forest,
beneath thick trees,
awaits the mushroom house.

its door hasn’t been opened,
and the flowers haven’t been tended
in a very long time.
dust is thick and gritty
in the teapot and cups.
the woolen curtains are drawn tightly
to keep out the cold,
and the fireplace is dry
and empty.

but it waits.

it waits patiently for
the faeries to come.

it waits for long-lost hugs,
and pealing laughter
to fill the wooden,
herb filled rafters.

for fresh purple flowers
to be planted in aged pots,
and copper bells tinkling
from swinging wind chimes.
for the door to be swung wide open
and the settled cobwebs to be swept away.
for the stone fireplace to be lit
and used tea bags to be
strewn about
on tables and saucers.

it waits.

will you come in?