Blue Absence

I have waited such a long time

struggling in the noose

remembering its shape as a magician's eight

the infinity of you

spread before me as a painting, as an ocean, as a memory

a poem in form

I have waited

and searched for forgetfulness

Yet

I ungrasp my fingers and still feel your touch

I tie the blindfold but you are everywhere in the darkness

I try not to speak your name but it resounds

unspoken upon my lips for so many years

still circled in the sky

radiant

Separation

She is the moon

Alive – yet within his mirror

a royal white silk tear

Solo, as he

Safe with his lens, he sits awhile

away from his looking glass

and its cold, smooth kiss

'I know pearls will bring me sadness

and must not be stitched into a wedding dress'

he hums his mother's words

hunched in his white coat

pencilling his equations

A cool manipulation providing a blood rush

She sits in her white dress

a bride to be forever

whilst the galaxies ripple around her

a pleat of star songs

The poets see her

The children see her

The fools see her

The wise see her

Whilst his logical heart stays blind