The poetry of promise
Written solely for some
Inside these thoughts
Harmonies are sacred
They speak of history and future

Treasure troves of skylight caught
Kept for darkened days
Away precious flower
Your death spreads pollen of life
Breathing beauty into dirt

From inside the shell
Tortoise emerges
Finally ready to share in the world
Slowly moving out
It’s hurtful glance of resentment
At all it’s missed shows nothing but failure

Green with envy, like so many others
Not accepting the indecision
That led to this place
So often overshadowed
By ones own father
We look down to disappointment

Some have something to say
Though this does not make them brave
We couldn’t express to our owners
Who we are
So into the sewers we go
Under skin, hidden

Within the swirl of a dry white
Its reflection of tear drop etchings
The crack of an ice cube against warm gin
Inside the heat of *** spice
I am reminded of you

Between the sleeves of pressed vinyl
Inside its gatefolded impressionism
The hushed thoughts hidden against the words between the words
Within the gravel of a voice in blue
I am reminded of you

Lost in the folds of dog-eared literature
A finger under a delicate dust-cover
The first reading of Graham Greene, circled quotations of love
Formed body of text read in your voice
I am reminded of you

Awakening aroma of peppermint
Livening lift of lemon and ginger
Streaming in the spice of Thai latte infusions
The sweet taste of apple crunch
I am reminded of you

In everything, I see you.
It is the reason I look

Explain to me your fears
For those fears however real or misconstrued
To be halved by my knowledge
Quashed by my love
Speak of the loss in moonlight
When thoughts turn away from peace of mind
Allow me such a prayer upon a false deity
That I may release you from the harrow
Secretly positioned as the statue of strength
So that if the day may begin as the first day without you
Be it one with I still in mind
That I, from my own statue state
Frozen in the moment of our last embrace
May be strength in which to hold.
Yet we mustn't foretell of feelings
For who am I to consider a feeling that I cannot live without.

If one day you were to leave
Through the explanation of need
I could but let you go
As I refuse to be the hand that rips a heart in a tug of love
For that would be the only reason
Yet if it was to be the stranglehold of fear as your need for release
I could not say goodbye
Instead push forward my words of confidence
In assurances of love
That I shall break that statue
Break the silence and cold stone of fear
Pull you from the shrapnel
Release you only into me
And be the vapour in your veins
For that you to breathe me in every wake
To smoke screen the moonlit fears

I consider a thought
That of loss
And if that loss would stop me seeing you in the wind
How could it remove the early bird call of awakening to you
As if through the night you plant seeds that grow under lids and open my eyes to your blossom.
Could loss take the thought of you
Take the words from out the poetry that flows so easily within the pages of your love
I fear it not
For without the daily communication
The stolen moments
The mornings, the evenings
Without the wine and gins
Without the music and messages
You still
Would be, inside.

There is no justification for losing
I would make loss of the world
Before letting you fade
I would give up hope of a god
And faith in everything in the understanding
That everything makes sense.
Would it not be for you
There would be no world
No world in which I would care to live
Watch sunsets and the follow rise
Without moment
I would be still my love.
Forever waiting
Without fear
For one more moment.

Never leave
And I shall stay
Let loose the demons that dare divide us.
Send them to their caves
In silence.
Then explain to me your fears
And I shall show you my love
Not to let go
For I cannot walk an unlit road,
The demons of fear and envy will always be in the obscurities of moonlit perception
Until we can relax
At ease of each other’s hold
A promise, not to the lord, though onto ourselves
To never let go