Dear John

And go from me. I bid quite plainly. Eagle eyed Prince of nothing,

Droplets of emotion dance in my holding,

Slowly unfolding until we are through, forced to turn back and sigh.

Thunderous voice, blacks my ever-heavy heart,

Reaching into my pain and taunting my every happy moment,

You cannot love us and you do not belong.

You’re not wanted they tell me, tearing and snaring my soul from sight,     

Thrown to the full moon in jaded lunacy.

The gypsy woman possessed me, and by God I will be grateful,

When the place becomes thick, clogged with growth and smiles.

I cannot take this passion I tell him as he shows me my cards,

Rooting fear, in prostitute desolation,

Together we peck at each other until the changes appear.

Love as forgotten determined promises,

Rips around my flower blossomed feet until the fire rages,

Pacing and faulting I flip inside your mind.

What wonders I was faced with! How he longs to be within me, 
 
My true devil of devotion shares me with,

A pit of destruction, angry/ broken and in turn I despair.

Falling from grace I see you, as charred ill health,

In the flaked ashes you turn from corruption and follow me here.

While we sit waiting I drag through the wreckage,

A comb of words togethered, I wish you were sat on my shoulder.

Wish things were never easy, Wish you were there.

Alternative images splatter before you and I wonder,

Is silence a sense? I sense an intrusion,

Can we hold this spell between us? Can this cold we dwell in clean us? 
               
Am I sat at a table, and unaware?

Open or blinded am I needed for a moment to share,

Are you holding my hand and stroking my hair?

Still, the winds will not stop a blowing, for a man that’s all knowing,

Till peace sees your heart it’s clear I couldn’t care.