Alongside a beach

When i looked outside of my window
on that day
(which then became
the last day of
winter)
the only thing
that i could see through the
thick, mystical arctic fog
was this.

You had
rounded up
all of
the tall fir trees
that grew alongside
the beach
on our small
island
and made them
into the most
beautiful crown
in all of
history.

Apple cake

There was a time
when
we climbed the apple tree
and each
bruise
was like
Christmas morning;
celebrated,
heart-breaking
-never forgotten.

Joyeux noel

when i awoke
from dreaming
and all of the spaces on the map
in between
sleep
and our faded reality
began to blur
into grey
i had only one
thought.

there was an old blue ship
and you and i
were standing in the lobby
of a grand hall
where the christmas lights
all seemed so much
more twinkly
than they ever can be
on land.

we were whispering and
i was swaying
as you described to me
what it meant
to be
an untuned piano
on board
a beautiful
old ship
as the snow falls
onto
baltic waves
at christmas time.

warrior names

There was a wild fire in the middle of the field
and you
ran
ran
and you forgave yourself on a day
when the sun shone
high.

It's blowing up a storm
out there
on the outside
of forever
tonight
and there is a jack of spades
in a treehouse
where your name
is not recognised/
where the wind always blows;
beautifully.

Remember, remember

I have put you out of my country.

There is no space left over for you in the land
that I have made inside of my head;
little enough room put to the side for life
and the living of it
without a foreign entity
like you.

It has been so long now
that I cannot even remember
the way that your
words
sound.

Your face, even in the days
before the end,
was unfamiliar.

Like trying to remember
the colour of a nightmare
in the moments
before you are
really awake,
on a cold november night;
icy, broken
-surreal.

the spaces in between memory

we are weighed down by a yellow balloon
that will never exist.
it floats between
a land with a castle
and a land with a palace;
like a butterfly
that ties our past
and future
together
-with strings of dead air.

lights out

it's for you that the stars in the night sky
become insomniacs
and fight sleep's
overprotective suffocation.
you stand beneath them
talking to the universe
at the same time
as a sleepless budgie
two floors down;
softly.