No words

Its not often
That my words are truly taken away
When I cannot
Begin to string together
A coherent thought
To explain the frustration
The pain
The edge of horror
The bitterness
That burns the tip of my tongue
Today is one such day
I cannot bear to look in the mirror
And see my haunted eyes
I cannot bear to speak
Lest the tremble of my voice gives away
The very real need to scream
Even to write
The words grate
So now i sit
And watch mindlessly
And hope that i stay numb
Just long enough
To make it thru this
Peace in the valley
A candle in the dark
Hold me
Keep me safe

In the hour before dawn

In the hour before dawn
silence is golden
though the sky remains dark
each breath seems louder
each heartbeat
more meaningful
each caress
just somehow more tender
in the hour before dawn
there is no witness
no words shall be spoken
of the magic that unfolds
while the world is sleeping
we two are awake
in the hour before dawn

From ‘Guilty Pleasures’

The hour after dawn is the most private of all. It is a time to be alone and enjoy the silence.

The only hour more hushed is three a.m. and I am not a fan of three a.m

Guilty Pleasures is a novel by Laurell K Hamilton. It’s book 1 in the Anita Blake series…. One of my favourite authors… her status updates on Facebook are more often than not brilliant. Best to date:

I prefer to run meetings the way contract assassins do kills: fast, efficient, goal oriented, and with as little chatter as possible.

Until next year

I will keep you in my mind
I will hold you in my heart
The way I have always done
All the years we’ve been apart

I wish you all the best
As you do the same to me
No matter where we roam
I know where i’d like to be

So until next year
Until we speak again
Best wishes from me to you
Hugs, your friend

Sithen of the Sidhe

on a quiet moonlit night
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing
I swear crystal bells were jingling
so I followed them to a clearing

In a field of four leaf clover
I couldn’t grasp what I had found
In my very own private forest
A fair dinkum faerie mound

I rubbed my eyes so many times
For I could not believe
In what was once a clearing
Stood a Sithen of the Sidhe

The grass mound that stood before me
Well it wasn’t there last week
Curiosity got the better of me
So I moved forth to take a peek

I have read so very many stories
and the fae aren’t always kind
but on that moonlit night
I think it slipped my mind

I knew I was not purely human
With my ears pointed like a pixie
but I still could not believe
That a Sithen had called to me

I lay my hand upon the mound
“Goddess, hear my plea”
the earth it gave a gentle sigh
and opened itself to me

a gentle light spilled forth
inviting me into the mound
I wasnt sure if I should go
until I saw the faerie hound

Often thought a harbinger of death
The Cù Sìth protects the weak
and there one stood before me
a giant green shaggy beast

with a thought I bid him ‘sit’
and without a pause he sat
I smiled and aloud I laughed
in my head, I thought ‘howzat!’

I knew then my life was not forfeit
the Cù Sìth would protect me
by this otherworldly creature
I was bid the Sithen to see

***this is very much a work in progress…. I have the distinct feeling its going to be an epic….

Seduction

A caress of twilight
A seduction of the senses
Under a moonlit sky
A stolen glance
A longing caress
As the day goes idly by

A candle flickers
A body lays glistening
Covered in inked lines
A mirror frames the scene
A slice of serenity
A moment in time

The glasses empty
The appetite sated
A truly splendid repast
The candle out
The curtains drawn
Sleep has come at last

Xxx

Some days i just want to send you xxx
Nothing deep
Just to let you know i think of you
Then i realise
You know

Mundane

sometimes the day to day
seems so very dull and mundane
and its a struggle to find the magic
when I feel myself forgetting
how wondrous my world is
I try to remember to be grateful
Each sunrise is a gift
Even if the birds may wake me early
I can find amazement in a cookie
I can feel bliss sipping a coffee
I can be lost in the kindness of a stranger
and the generosity of a friend
Each sunset I share
with millions of people
And the same moon shines on me
that does my furthest friend
simple sometimes stuns

Contextual

whatever we are
its all about context

on the phone
we are a seduction
I long for your every word
we tempt
we tease

in the sanctuary of four walls
we are lovers
and I adore you
such grand passion
such tenderness

surrounded by our friends
we are good mates
earthy and gritty
and oh so urbane

and there are times
when I don’t like you
you make me think too much
provoking visceral responses
to your verbal challenges

but no matter where we are
public or private
there is something between us
something that connects us

its all just contextual

bibliophile

Its one thing to love books, but I do love a book that loves you back