Crystalline whispers of shattered dreams ascending the summit of one’s soul, yesterdays mountain… Like waves frozen in time, the forgotten hues of defeat as the spring thaw brings new blossoms. A Kaleidoscopic rainbow of colour, flush pink petals, lush green leaves, a horizon before me of fresh promises as a new dawn breaks and the skies turn a gentle ebb of deep peach.
Ancient whispers sweeping through tired skies blessed love An Angels melody the damned have fallen the sinners are dead War torn totality of humanity the clouds weep blood, our sun consumed in desolate tears for Gaia breathes no more.
Walk here with me, wet sand beneath our feet and the evening sun trailing across our faces. The sea gulls squawking for left over chips and the ebbing ocean kissing the shores lips. Pale blue skies above and soft clouds wandering across the horizon. We’ll walk a moment in silence and hear only the dancing melody of our souls as they skip along beside us their fingers entwined as one. Walk with me here toward the descending sun and skies of flaming beauty. Deep pink hues that radiate the aching desire of our spirits as the ocean laps at our feet pushing us ever closer together. Let us pause as the spirit of the ocean envelopes us; as mermaids sing in perfect harmony as sprites skip across the surf and fairies dance between the grains of sand. Walk with me here along a deserted shore beneath a burning sky, trace the contours of my body with the tips of your fingers. And as the sun bids farewell and we are plunged into darkness, pause here with me, together we will trace the contours of our passion beneath night skies and twinkling stars.
If time travel were possible I could cruise the depths of the universe at your side. We would search the endless skies for the answers to our questions and the knowledge to our wisdom. We could watch it all begin from row seats, my excitement spilling into time, a static echo heard as a whisper whilst we sleep back in our own beds in our own world. We could watch the earth as she takes her final breaths as she dies before our glistening eyes. You could hold me as at last I feel it safe to cry. We could watch the sun setting over and over and experience the multitude of magnificent hues. We could watch the aurora, like a child I could scream in delight at the spectacular lights. We could sit beneath a full moon and watch as she spills moon dust across a glorious lagoon. We could meet Shakespeare and Dickens and any one you like, we could travel in the darkness or travel in the light. We could watch as we are born, I could discover was mine night or was it morn. I could whisper to my younger self as the fox knocks down the bin, that even in the darkness it is morning and I’m sorry but this really isn’t a dream. We could travel all the shores and see the many ocean tides and for a single moment in time, we could touch. A single touch that stops the ticking clock, the gentle graze lingering on my skin until my dying breath. An imprint on my soul that travels with me where ever I might go.