This is one of the lonely nights
When sleep won’t come.
When darkness like a heavy shawl
Lies smothering me
But won’t quite take my breath away.
When daylight seems a hundred years away.

I lie and turn
And cry and yearn.
But not a second’s sleep or rest
Can my heart earn.

The cloth of our love is torn to pieces,

Ripped and rent like little hexagons
Waiting to be sewn into a patchwork quilt.

A stitched up soul,

Only ever tacked patches,

Frail fragments of the whole.

You slipped through a hole in my heart

Like a penny through a pocket.

You lie in the lining

Heavy in the hem.

I cannot retrieve you

For so many stitches and so much thread,

I can’t spend you,

Only save you,

Invested in the hem of my memory.

Like the penny

Through the pocket.

A thousand moons have waxed and waned,

A thousand suns have shone,

Ten thousand tides have ebbed and flowed

And stormed, since you were gone.

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So many rains have rattled down

On landscape parched and dry

Now rid of all the baggage

I’m learning how to fly.

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So many fragments of my heart

And tears that soaked my face

Are gathered up and mended now

All neatly back in place .

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Where once my thoughts were clouded

There is pure clarity

And left upon the tideline

All trace of you and me.

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And should you go and gather them

Like shells one scarlet dawn,

You’ll find them broken by the waves,

Of time, the oceans storm .

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Look at them a moment,

Broken in your hand.

Drop them, and in ten thousand moons

They’ll all be ground to sand.

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Bare feet will gently tread them,

No one will ever know

They were my life, my hopes,my dreams,

A million moons ago.

Having a short break.

Lots more to come soon.

Thank you for checking and reading.

Jo x

In my house are many mansions,

I go to them in dreams,

Come into my dining room,

It’s larger than it seems.

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I look around at night time,

I find the hidden doors,

I find the gates and steps and stairs

That lead to many floors

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My favourite is the ballroom

Its many metres high,

With mighty painted ceilings

With cherubs flying by.

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I’m always pleased I bought this house,

With its many secret rooms.

But always in the morning ,

Theres a small confining gloom.

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It seems my spacious mansions.

Were just a deja vu

I’m back in the post war semi

With a cup of tea and you.

Let the tide take us,

Let the storm shake us,

Let the sun hang us to dry.

Let the fire warm us,

Let the waves meet us,

Then let me go and pass by.

On the deepest darkest days

When I cant even see daylight

Through the green algae

And the frogs,

I wonder how I got here

To this depth and this slime.

I long to wade through

The silt and sludge,

Break through the surface of the water

And breathe the air that was you.

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How sick was my soul,

Those Years,

How sore my heart,

From pounding erratically,

Hurting systematically

From your barbed wire words.

Slicing me piece by piece

‘Til i was too small to recognise myself.

And since you left,

The little caged lark

That beat its bleeding wings apart

Against the bars,

Soars skyward,

Ever singing,

Ever heading for the vast blue freedom

Of the never ending open lidless sky.

And never looking down or sideward

At the deepest sorrow now left low

And far behind.