Touch me,
I've ached for your touch for so long.
Run your hands down my arms;
The touch of your fingertips feels like balm
To the wound made by our parting.
Oh, God, how I've missed you;
How I've yearned,
All this time
Just to be with you;
To touch you,
To hear your voice.
I love you more than life itself.
More than living; more than being;
More than breath.
I love you with all that I am,
And to be without you is to lose my soul.
So if you go,
As you have to go,
For a day, or a week, or a month;
Then go.
And hurry back, my love.
Monday, 18 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Pre-Caffeine
Pre-caffeine, I wrote these words for you,
Pre-caffeine, I strung together these lines.
If I take the time,
Even pre-caffeine, I can make them rhyme.
Pre-caffeine, I forced my brain to work,
Pre-caffeine, I can't always talk.
But, even pre-caffeine, I can just about write
For you.
Wake up - it's coffee time!
Pre-caffeine, I strung together these lines.
If I take the time,
Even pre-caffeine, I can make them rhyme.
Pre-caffeine, I forced my brain to work,
Pre-caffeine, I can't always talk.
But, even pre-caffeine, I can just about write
For you.
Wake up - it's coffee time!
Sunday, 3 January 2010
The Forest
Down the long dusty road
The distant forest waits,
Its dim green light
Drawing me in
To its cool embrace,
Holding me cocooned; safe:
Trees whispering comfort around me,
Somewhere to run;
Somwhere to hide;
Somewhere to be free:
Somewhere to be me.
The heartbeat of the forest
Is the centre of my soul.
The distant forest waits,
Its dim green light
Drawing me in
To its cool embrace,
Holding me cocooned; safe:
Trees whispering comfort around me,
Somewhere to run;
Somwhere to hide;
Somewhere to be free:
Somewhere to be me.
The heartbeat of the forest
Is the centre of my soul.
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