The-Great-Spirit

Cool you have become in my mind. Like a snowman, melting Will you eventually disappear? To my ears you are the dripping tap Drip, drip, drip... Just want to turn you off – But I need water, we all do. My eyes they want to see you; relic. Searching through shrouds of dust they find you. Once gilded, now faded – Hello, flesh and bone. The sweetest wine to my lips, you were. Now, vinegared with age, your sharp, foul taste is spat.           With the passing of each day -                          I pour more of you away.

Late at night and the ceiling is as blank as ever Together we sigh, as I roll over to face loneliness. I bury my head in the pillow and inhale hard, Desperately sucking in - conscious each gap in the weave of the fabric Might reveal a precious, undiscovered store of your scent. But once more, to no avail. Does this disappoint me anymore? Lying there, I feel a soft buzz. In the moment, in that split second, I believe it is you, My skin tingling as your rough hands slowly sooth out my creases. And it is you, 20 miles away of course, Trapped in that rectangle of my phone, Those half words frailly reaching for me through the darkness

Sometimes I stare at that gap; That gap between the double glazing. Separating me, from out there. And I realise, falling into flimsiness, That we're just two centimetres apart, From where we began. I picture the box of it (Mortar mash, brick bundle) Placed on its vast plateau of concrete A single square amongst many, many more... Many... Many... Many of what? Then, I see the edges,   soothed By those tender green fingers Reaching in with  shocking brightness Against that dull, drab, dead Grey. Tragedy – When the beginning seems better than the end.

I feel lonely today. A wheel Without the spokes to hold it. Stare into my vacant eyes And marvel Unconnected, they mourn. Skin reaching, Heart stretching, Into empty air – You're not there.

Snuggling in our duvet cave, Eyes wet and buried in fur. Your sharp Velcro claws clutch, Wrap and comfort. Once alive now the comforting dead, Glass eyes gleaming with light. And that familiar smile; Melting reality. Sometimes we fall; You off the bed, me out of sense. But when the light is gone, Frantically tugging at pillows, I search, Blindly groping for help. Then fingertips reach that familiar fabric, Stroke your softness, A squeeze of safety. I'm okay now.

You're flying a kite, See it dance amidst the clouds Blinding you as it cuts across the sun. Fine thread slicing the sky as you soar over hills and troughs, Exhilarated; together you are invincible. You feel the ribbed handles, the firm plastic, The ring of it; wrapped around your fingers. A strong tug of wind. Heart jumping You check the rope; still strong. A lull. She drops. Plummets to the ground. You run, run, grab And throw So once more she can grace the torrent.

An illusionary calm drives me into ignorance Until the creeping thoughts whip the waves up Into an overwhelming tempest

Glistening You flow, almost silent. A serene streak, slicing through the urban grey. Many gaze upon you. Huddled insignificants, at your edges, Gaze at gleaming masses. Unbreachable. Strong. Raging if you want to. Enduring change and the fleeting flow of life.

Dawn filters through the shades of truth; A symphony of precarious endeavours; The glorious embrace of forgiveness; And grace in all its light. To fall is not to be the fallen, though the foot print holds us down. Oh! Sweet embrace of wine! Dilute these stormy seas of doubt And soothe the scars of sorrow.