Song for a Bluebird

I’m starting another year fundraising for CRUK, and painting my socks off again for my first event on 23rd February.  Sorry I haven’t been able to get around to your blogs and good works yet.  I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s day,  loving one another, and many others.  Be kind and careful.   Here are some of my hearts for you from last year’s painting spree.  Take care.

Walk me to the end
of love – let us be love.

Fold me where the
seams are stitched,

edges brought closer
till there is no end.

Play me till the piano
aches, when drifting sighs

start dancing, and crooning
violins stop playing.

Lift me like a hope
seeking light from dust,

hold me with your beauty
like a soul on fire –

let me be the risk you take,
dance me to the edge

then wait with me until the end
of love, let us be love.

Such a Tiny Thing

Sing little bird,
fly overhead,
rest in the trees’
wavering breeze.

Lift the curtain high at dawn
let the flickering candles yawn.

Tall trees aglow,
clouds full of snow,
laden with light,
sing black on white,
snow flurry sneeze
small feathers freeze.

Fly little bird
lift up and fight,
go little bird
circle the light,
sleep little bird,
a peaceful goodnight.

Try little bird,
lift your wings while you’re still singing
soon the night will warm your dreaming.

Fly little bird
reach for the night,
go little bird,
shy winter’s light.

Warm your body, melt the snow
for the daylight crisp below.

Go little bird,
sleep little bird,
find the songs you sweetly sing,
nestle there ’til winter’s still.

Go little bird,
up to the night,
fly little bird
soundly tonight.

See the moon she’s smiling for you
shivering stars their arms are open too,

so go little bird,
fly little bird,
high little bird,
hush little bird,

soon will come the voices of the morn
joyous little creature of our dawn.

Go little bird,
fly little bird,
sleep little bird,
twilight is heard.
Go little bird…
go.

Say You

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‘Sing to me,’ said the melody,
‘Cry to me on my lips.
Tell me the tune on a rainy afternoon
Play it for me as I sit.’

Swaying in time with mortality
we’re singing in case we might scream,
our lullaby turned to gut wrenching yearns
when the harmony wavered and slipped.

‘Play me your song, make a symphony,
hum from your quivering lips.
Cling to the base as I wonder the pace
Tell it to me as I sit.’

Our hearts beat in time, but mechanically,
and strays from the voice that it hears.
A love song is born but the time is to mourn,
sorrow’s words are the tempo’s eclipse.

‘So cry then’ said the melody,
‘cry until it makes sense.
Use me to grieve, wear your heart on your sleeve,
maybe soon life can commence.’

Paper Roses

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I realise the way your eyes deceive me,
brooding eyes masked in their vanity,
layer upon layer hide distinct insanity,
fired and poised ready to seize
a gaze so eagerly waiting to please
with tender looks that I mistook for love,
looks as cold as the earth’s clay
the blackest scour of emotion so callous
was driven to plunge deep within a real heart
waiting for love –
take away the flowers that you gave me
now that I rest here with a broken heart’s
curse of death’s numb pain, save your roses
for the next willing victim of your bastard eyes’
aim and find the kind that you’ve been
dreaming of.

Inspired by Marie Osmond sweet song lol.

 

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