Time is immortal
It gives no heed to the sad, the lonely.
It will pass by, happy smiles, uncaring
It glides through death’s dark tunnel
It seeks not the living, nor the light
Time has no master, it belongs to itself
It shapes new worlds, moulds new beings
It cares not for dimensions, plays out what it will
It has no beginning and no end
We could search forever
never to find its true meaning…
I believe the spirit I was born with
was borrowed from another
He is trying to claim it back
Each day my steps become unsure
I step off kerbs into traffic without thinking
Bump into people as though they were not there
Sorry, then bump another
The day may be bright, but
inside my head it is dark
Footsteps behind me, turning
to find only my shadow there
Am I being haunted by a ghost with no spirt?
Is there any way out?
Magic is the food of life, my life
without the thought of it
I could not breathe
The world would turn to black and white
Stars would leave the night sky
The moon would fail to rise
Stories could not be told
No giants, no Gods of old
Their magic lost.
Poseidon without his trident
Zeus without his lightning bolt
Merlin without Arthur, no Camelot
With no inspiration from the Universe
How would we live?
I need the messages sent
That odd coincidence, a cosmic joke or two.
It is the spice of life that opens new doors…
Her hair spun gold
Eyes sapphire blue
Rosebud lips
Speak of innocence true
I beg, who are you?
She whispered I am you
Again, the mirror lied…
Night
They live by night
Hidden in the shadows
Unseen, silent
They are not known for kindness
Their black hearts died long ago
Feeding to stay among us
They leave no trace
Should you be touched
By one of this undead
Your life is changed
Your mind cloudy
Strange thoughts fill your days
You are undone by the Ancient one…
Run
Do we always want more than we can have
Search for things we will never find?
Questions with no answers,
Driving mind to scream.
What then when wild thoughts show in your eyes
Do people stammer when they speak to you?
Do they hide in corners, hoping not to be seen?
Do they run from your approach
Pretending lateness is their call?
Is madness framed in garments white
Keys jingle stop you from walking out
Is life now bound within these walls of grey
Has mind forgotten how to pray for freedoms flight?
Let men say that you are crazed
To me, you are a vase that is cracked
Yet water holds the flowers still
They bloom in memory of love within your broken shell
My name you lost with a ticking clock
I sit, I watch, I wait for memories lost
Make one happy moment when time returns
To hear my name whispered upon your lips…
COUNTY FAIR
The fair came to town today.
I told myself I was almost too old for this kind of thing, but all the sounds and colours, the stalls with the goldfish in bowls waiting to be won by some happy child drew me there.
Gipsy fortunetellers waiting to tell you all about the tall dark stranger you are about to meet. I paid my dollar and she told me I would soon find happiness. My troubles were behind me. No tall dark stranger for me, no love waiting in the wings.
Passing the roller skating rink I wondered if I could still stay upright, ride around the small wooden floor without falling. Securing the wheels to my trainers, I skated around in circles, the colours around me swam into one another. I found myself sitting in the most beautiful meadow. Daisies, buttercups and butterflies, no buildings, no people.
I wondered if I had fallen and bumped my head. Someone was trying to pick me up and a soft breeze blew through the meadow. The sweet scent of something now filled my senses. I had fallen and found my tall dark stranger…
©Anita Dawes
Kiss
Time had not yet made a sound
The world lay in waiting for the first breath
For words to be spoken and life to awake
Sound breaking the silence, life, as we know it, has begun
We meet, we love, we live
The year’s pass, winter has found us
Cold hard like the world outside
Angry words fill our days
Love is hanging on a thread
We barely talk, touching is long forgotten
Time has frozen the love we once knew
We live like ghosts under the same roof
Love remembered keeps me here
When you no longer want me
Kiss me with poison on your lips…
©Anita Dawes
Time
Sunlight reflecting memories
Shadows tell of time passing
Invisible stars on blue skies
A million nightlights pass you by
Time stops when no one looks
Lovers kiss under the moonlight
Promises made, no time to keep
The world moves on beneath our feet
Time grows old until we meet
On borrowed time, we made a vow
To meet again when time renews
Our days are warm beneath the sun
I will stay with you until life is done…
©Anita Dawes
The Gift
I found a pebble in my shoe today
How it got there I cannot say
A little blue pebble to call my own
I am sure it needs me to bring it home
I placed it on my windowsill
Where the sun will shine
A magic eye, my young son said.
By morning it was beside my bed
No one said they moved it there
No matter, I said. It did not move there by itself
It seems to roam where it may please
Where I place it, it stays not long.
My husband said to throw it out
I made him swear to touch it not
Magic comes by cosmic hands
It’s not for me to understand
To know it is meant for me alone
I like this magic in my home
To question why, would blow the magic out…
©Anita Dawes
