Dedicated to Zasskia Van Der Merwe
I can feel your heart calling to my heart
As though its every beat is a ripple
Passing through the distance between us
I want to time my heart to your beat
To keep rhythm with it
I want our heats to play together
To make patterns in the ether
I want us breathe the same air
To wake up and go to sleep together
So close that our heats need not call
But simply whisper
I predict that Ghost’s next Album will reach No1 on the US Billboard 200 later this year.
Let me linger on your lips
As though a memory there
Let me feel your fingertips
As you strum my hair
Let me look into your eyes
And looking lose all care
Let me breathe in your scent
As though my very air
There is no way around it
The only way to get anywhere
Is to sit in the chair and go nowhere
To travel through page after page
World after world without moving
I broke those that I tried to repair
Not knowing that they were fine as they were
That it wasn’t up to me to change them
My dreams were never theirs
They had their own
The best thing I could have done
Was to let them live as they wished to
To have my say then be silent
To honor their choices
And be happy when they were
What was here is lost and gone
Slipped into oblivion
What we fear goes ever on
Fed by pride its minion
So we rear what we shun
And keep clear the horizon
By holding down the sun
The nerves are working,
Producing endorphins
The senses are heightened
Until they touch the sky’s ceiling
And bend back in again
Until nerve endings hang like jungle vines
Someone more experienced could swing from them and go far
How good they are at beating their chests
And picking ant holes clean
They know the jungle
And what to do when it rains
They have evolved to it
They have labored to become natural
Whereas I am still learning to walk hunched over
To stay calm when ticks are bitten from my fir
Bloodsuckers that they are
To climb the high trees without a tremble
Ladybugs dot the flower stem
And its radiant bloom
They flutter their wings now and then
And fly away too soon
The flower is left quivering
From the bugs that have flown
Like a child left shivering
In cold waters alone
Flying ladybugs circle the flower
Soon to land again
Its nectar they in love devour
Until washed away by rain
Either way the flower is content
Its roots are deep and strong
It cares not where the ladybugs went
Its centre will bloom on
Who among the angels heard
The stutter in the holy word
The pause when God took a breath
And then there was death
We have much to say to each other
And have been shook up
Like a champagne bottle
Ready to blow its cork
And be a foamy fountain
Thought bubble form above our heads,
Still we speak with great caution
And say nothing
That gets to the bottom of anything,
Fearing the eruption
Weary of idol chatter
Our thoughts bubbles float away
And we stay bottled up