Page

We split the page

In two 

Let the ashes drift

Upon our flesh 

We pick out words

Ones which make us happy 

Roses and gems 

A veil of sand 

And clay 

Our laughter 

Is scarce 

But when she giggles

It is like a pearl

In my throat 

I like to see her smile

And laugh

It makes the day lighter

The nights less scary

We are marks 

Upon a page 

A story

One which will one day end

But for now a treasure 

We treasure the pages

White and pure

Ready for our rich

Blue ink 

Our favourite lines

Our only story. 

Spring

Soon the clocks 

Will spring forwards 

We will go from 

Room to room

Changing the hands 

On the dials 

The days will be shorter 

But there will be more light 

More time to daydream 

She loops a strand of hair

Around her finger 

Thinking I believe 

It is hard to think of summer

The birds in the tree

Sing and sway 

Every now and again

There is a splatter of rain

Enough to make the paths slippy 

Make us concentrate on our steps 

How quickly time moves

How far behind 

We fall 

Perhaps we will find

Some daffodils 

Place them on the window sill 

She claps her hands in glee

Full of the joys of spring. 

Child

She sits on the window ledge

Small as a mouse

Bold as a lion

I wonder how she sees

The world

If it's different than me 

I wonder if she has 

Ever really been a child

She is wise beyond her years 

However many are they

She hums

That makes me smile

Breaks up the silence

The loneliness

Perhaps we are both 

In a Wonderland 

Skipping and playing 

With words 

Perhaps we are one 

Adult and child

You never grew up neither

She says 

And I have to agree 

We will see bigger things

As time turns 

And another day comes 

I would like to see the world

Through her eyes

I think it would be magical 

She smiles at me

And I smile back.

Gloaming

The moon falls away 

From the sky

It is gloaming 

A new day dawning 

We are grateful 

For another chance 

To conjure up the sun 

It will emerge 

Between the clouds 

We will wonder 

In its light 

Let its rays 

Smudge our skin

She whispers in my ear

Seeds of a prayer 

To while away the hours 

To wash away 

The stains 

We are glad it is dawn 

We will dream and play 

Hold the sky 

In our hands 

Chase the birds 

And follow the waves 

Of the sea.

Cotton

The cotton kisses our skin

It is cool and soft

Perfect for a spring day

I wear trousers 

She wears a dress

Both are blue

It's the warmest colour

She giggles 

We open the window

Let the air drift 

Over us

Everything hurts 

When we are awake 

We cannot wait 

To dream 

Snuggle up together 

Content that we have 

At least sprung some words

Tomorrow we will wash 

The cotton

Make it shiny and bright 

Today we will speak

More likely listen

We will have visitors 

We hope we can manage 

The disruption 

We hug the cotton

It makes us feel safe

And loved. 

Fifteen Reasons

There are fifteen reasons 

Why we should remain silent

There are fifteen reasons

Why we should yell 

The blackbirds hover

Overhead 

We lie down 

Gaze at the sky

The clouds are pink

The window is blue 

Tonight we will 

Sip on stars 

Sleep under a dark cover

Dreaming of tomorrow

Hanging on to today 

All just a dance

And a song

How did we become 

What did we become 

There are fifteen reasons 

Why we should breathe

We understand one

Will figure the others out 

Always solving riddles 

Diving down the Rabbit Hole 

I hold her hand

Cry silently 

Scream inside 

All will be well

She whispers 

And for one tiny moment

I believe.

Sober

We are as sober as bees

Urgently lunging towards

Sunlight

The light of sunset

She swirls a finger

In the water 

The ripples fan out

Like angel wings 

Last night we saw the stars

The plough 

The only constellation we know

It filled our mind

Helped us sleep 

Calmer than a scream 

Less frenzied than bees

On their pollination path 

What will tomorrow bring

Tea and cake

She squeals with delight

Perhaps that is our 

Powder now

Always wanting something 

Soothing on our lips 

Sweet as nectar 

Sober as bees.