She gazed across the water,
Up towards the moon
Her heart full
Her face wet
The bottle empty
Her lips red
She pined for her Venn diagram
In her hands were strings
They played a tune
And sung she did beside them
A gentle loving song of hope
The song glided along the water and up towards the sky
Over the clouds and mountains
The birds stopped for a second to let the song pass
And chirped a little nod for its way
Up to the eclipse
Where her song did another meet
His song so sweet
And the sun and the moon danced
Gently, slow and steady
To not rock the world
Shake it off balance
But to soothe everyone
Their fears, their hate
The universal lullaby
Did their song make
Her song continued back on its journey
Over to the warmer water
Where it stopped at the cockpit
And swirled round his head
Her beautiful love
Fast asleep in bed
His song also continued onward north
To the colder place but cosy
It slipped down the mushroom vent
Where she was sleeping
And wrapped itself around her
Where it synced with her breathing.
Tag: Sky
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Push it down the sadness
Push it down the grief
Breathe that little shallower
To not rock what’s underneath
Survive another second
Hold back the tears
Breathe that little shallower
Don’t give in to the fears
Distract another minute
Recite helpful words
Breathe a little shallower
Suppress that pang of hurt
Get into the sunshine
Hug those you love
Breathe a little deeper
Let out cries above
Lessons comes in all shapes
Let it start within
Breathe a little deeper
Let healing begin -
Gazing at the ripples their minds start to ponder
Tracing the current their fingers begin to wander
Towards each other from a few centimetres away
The first touch electric for a moment they stay
Feeling the wave flow up their arms
Roll up their neck and back down to their palms
Fingertips interlocking bringing it in
Breathing getting deeper the tides coming in
Knuckles side by side they look to the sky
Not dare to turn look the other in the eye
Clasping getting closer hands off the floor
Palms now touching fingers wrapped even more
Somehow a tightness has begun to be formed
These hands are solid they can withstand a storm
They sit for a while quiet and still
Emotion overflowing the silence at will
The bellowing hurricane feelings invoke
Soothed by the water medicated by the folk
At last a head turns to see
But the hand is swiftly retrieved
Both turn back to the water
In their own space, no further
As they watch the ripples glide the surface
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