Summer.

Lemon blooms and summer zest -

smells of lime peels all freshly pressed

rest your head on my knobbly knees

and love me like this forever please,

Firefly lights with the moon afloat

I'll read you out loud this poem I wrote,

my head rested on your steady shoulder -

love me like this a little longer.

J.

Blue.

I do not mean to sound cliche. And I take nothing in this life too seriously.  I do not need help, or something, or anyone and I am not seeking comfort, and I am not lonely, and there are no tears, and I don't want to cry. But I have to admit I am always and always sad, like I carry this inexplicable, nameless sack of sadness with me all of the time. There is nothing wrong.  And in fact everything feels right.  I am, truly, not unhappy.  Everything is fun, there is so much to be done and more adventures to be had, and I am so utterly content in the life I've been given. Nothing feels amiss. I am moving in pace  with time, though maybe a little out of sync at times but I am not in fear of fate. I am also too,  so in knowing of all my blessings, these limbs and this youth, all of the amazing beauty I see around me, all this love I am in receipt of, endlessly protecting me...and I am so unattached and distanced to complex emotions and people as I have never been before and have never yet felt so free.  But just sometimes, very sometimes. For no real reason at all, it just gets real heavy up in here.  When all of the sad songs I know and films, books and every sad thought I keep just couldn't console this sore spot staining my heart blue.  And I lay down, close my eyes, whilst half heartedly trying to fall asleep and I find myself thinkin' -  I wouldn't be too much bothered, if I never woke up. J. 

September.

September september, hurry on over September, my girl's bringing herself to London in September, and that's when I'll hold her and tell her I love her. September September, hurry on over, September. J.

Only then.

I guess its just the way it is... that its only with all the wisdom of hindsight, and reflection - only when the hours and precious minutes have long passed and escaped our fragile grasp...that we truly realise the magic sprinkled in each moment we had. J.

All is fleeting...

Why must you look for meaning where none exists. All is fleeting, all pain is temporary, just a butterfly in flight. Take delight in your imperfections, embrace the good in your heart, sing all the truth you know and just keep faithful to your wings and wind... J.

Adore.

All this love fills me up to the top of my head until it tips and spills all over. I will adore and adore and adore you til we are a hundred and ten.x J

Lovely you.

Motionless,  the ceiling looks down on us. Softly softly, fingers tip toe each other til separate hands meet tied to a dance and promise in the air.  Here's lovely you, loving me, and I'm in love.  With the whispers of a silver storm shaking trees and sweeping streets, our hearts' afloat and feather light. This room is full, with just us two and I could stand all my life to stay this way with only you. Paint the years of forever ahead wearing our faces down - aglow with lines that time drew then left behind and a hundred and million I love you's after...I'll still be yours and you'll be mine. And this much I know will remain the truth, honest to life, cross my heart hope to die. A hundred years passed of silver storms, silvered hair and all, that there I'll be, with lovely you, loving me right beside. More than still and ever in love.x J.