Three Stars

Three stars flying down so high,
One for each as time flows by,
Crashing towards Earth in blazing glory,
Crossing chores, they do bore me.

A star from the past still shines brightly,
A star from the present is just as sprightly,
I am the star stuck in-between,
Deciphering doubt while crying unseen.

Light years apart, yet still so close,
Whisperers suggest an overdose,
One I knock back daily and nightly,
Prising the puzzle just to spite me.

I write myself into a cage,
Lamenting feelings on a yellowing page,
Waiting in haste for a single sign,
So I know which star is mine.


(I saw an aeroplane tonight that looked like three stars slowly crashing towards the airport...don't worry, I'm almost certain the plane landed safely; another for the Signs by Bloc Party collection).

Today and Tomorrow Make Seven Between

Woke up to one of your signs,
Console the switched ‘round consoler,
Vanish into the days ahead,
Be the unhearing loner.

Voices still call out to you,
Lost in the dead earth and wood,
Wondering how to save you,
Forgetting they never could.

Fleeing the country to shores new,
Your rope remains just as taut,
Tears fall as they soon realise,
Hanging’s as firm as you thought.

Only one can run from life,
Leaving the stigma far behind,
Yearly they cry at your grave,
Your flight just turns in my mind.

Today and tomorrow make seven between.
With passing time come truths unforeseen.

Revelations, contemplations,
Hidden logic of your soul,
Vision tunnelled by mistakes,
She-devil dances, ripped whole.

Broken in peace or in pieces,
Private fight with fate’s choice,
A futile fray with tied chords,
Never did have your own voice.

(year seven's annual remembrance poem for my father - Signs by Bloc Party was used as a basis, meaning this poem could be sung to the music of Signs).

Lost Time

You were mine, but now I’ve lost you,
Everything around reminds me constantly,
Now I pine for the days gone by,
When we were one and we were free…

I miss the days we spent together,
Lying down, side-by-side,
They were always few and far between,
We always had time to bide…

All the borders and complications,
Ruined something unbreakable,
Now we’re split and miles away,
The pain I feel is unmistakable…

I can’t escape thoughts of you,
Your home follows me everywhere,
I remember it as if it was now,
My mind’s jogging is just not fair…

Leaving feeling is just not happening,
The more I run the more it stays,
I just want to fall asleep,
And wake up back in the past days…

Every time I open my eyes,
I hope things have gone back to how they were,
But sleep can’t bring this pleasure,
For lost time, there is no cure…

(another poem lamenting lost love, but this one has a measure of control that's been lacking in the others up to now - that's because I was listening to Bloc Party's Signs when writing it, meaning Lost Time can, essentially, be sung to the music of Signs).