I have seen the moon today.

Full moon,

Crisp, beautiful, bright.

Cloudless night skies,

It's such a wonderful world.

As I silhouette I sleep alone,

As stars glisten above.

I've seen the moon today,

But yet to see you.

The colours you bring,

In to my life also bring me a smile.

I'm a grey road away,

But farther by heart.

The lake sounds gentle,

A soundly heartbeat.

Pick me up and take me home,

Because I can't walk alone.

We all roll along

Do you see the stars glisten,

And ask you for advice?

Do you hear the valley below,

Ever ask you why?

Have you ever noticed the setting sun,

Exhale and then sigh?

The sun shall still set,

And the valley will run on.

The winking starts will light up,

But leave you out to dry.

Do not look for inspiration,

Be inspiration.

Don't go stepping on daisies

Falling to the wooden canvas,

A delicate petal.

In rough hands that show years of hardship,

A luscious green stem,

Crumpled under pressure.

Picked for its beauty,

And its colourful life.

The petal itself,

Is helpless.

Falling to the wooden canvas,

A delicate soul.

An ageing man,

Thin and pale,

Hands violate his throat.

Picked for vulnerability,

And weakness of life.

The man himself,

Is helpless.

Given to fly

Tattooed arms and soft spoken words,

Mesmerising words of hidden secrets.

Flashes of light give a silhouette of life,

Show off to those we love and cherish.

What we were born with,

And how we've evolved.

With wings on our backs,

The days progressed slowly.

I had to reach up high,

To somehow get you back.

Flying to reach you,

Dying to reach you.

I've been up for days,

In the morning light.

Writing on the walls,

Screaming in silence.

Desperate for an answer,
Is the sky my alibi?

Autumn leaves me changing alone,

Revelling in untold confessions.

I stand alone,

On the edge of this cliff.

With tattooed arms,

I'm given to fly.

All I ever knew was not right.

Strumming a guitar, in the silent night.

The echo of chords, take off in the distance.

A melancholy melody of better times,

Rings through the crisp air.

An audience of one watches from above.

The man in the moon.

The man in the moon.

I always seem to give up on myself.

All alone, and nothing for miles.

Except for this here guitar,

And a pocket of ideas.

Fluttering like butterflies,

They want to escape.

But no one will hear them,

Songs for the deaf.

I always seem to give up on my dreams.

As silence overcomes the power of me.

The man in the moon,

Doesn't even applaud.

As the spotlight above me fades.

The curtain will close.

Goodnight, my dear friends.

There's nothing more that I can do.

The words I speak are empty,

The chords I play are silent.

The fire burns itself out.

Forever an artist,

Never a flame.

In retrospect

In retrospect

Our love should have lasted a whole lot longer.

I was there when you woke up,

And there when you fell asleep.

Felt like you were always in my arms,

You held my heart all day.

But only if I could hold this moment,

In the sands of time.

There'd be no need for regret.

In retrospect

I should have kept on smiling.

Though colour faded away,

A shadow of monochrome.

A silhouette of crashing waves,

Delivering a knock-out punch.

Goosebumps covered my arms

And you never said goodbye.

In retrospect

The artist painted a picture.

Which I can still describe,

It had me standing in front of you.

On the shoreline,

We stood so happy and free.
In retrospect,

You had me.

In retrospect

No one was as lucky as I.

And we almost joined hands,

And basked in reflection.

Put on my sunglasses again,

Dipped my feet in the sand.

Oh summer, oh sun.

Please - will you stay?

Three months on top of the world

I started a staring contest with your heart,

My hazel eyes, glazed over with love.

I haven't won this time, sugar.

But summer hasn't even begun.

When the nights become longer,

I'll let you know, baby.

What's behind this emotion,

and what it means to be me.

I'll tell you stories under the stars,

and tell you all you want to hear.

And when the winter draws near,

In the distance, I'll disappear.

All the cliché's honey,

They don't mean a thing.

There's no need for regrets at all.

Because at that very moment,

Everything was what you wanted.

When we kissed for the first time.

As I serenade you,

You give me a smile,

and as butterflies flutter inside me.

Time stood still.

Once again, I beg forgiveness.

The day begins to drag on,

When all you can think of is your family.

And you're stuck sitting at your desk.

Five o'clock can't come quicker.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Getting out of the car,

Smile ear to ear.

Greeted by my gorgeous wife,

Thirteen years and not a moment of uncertainty.

Her trademark kiss makes things perfect.

Our fort of love,

I climb right in.

Kiss my lovely goodnight,

wishing for sweet dreams.

I love you,

I love you too.

It's all too real now,

As she's crying out for mercy.

Maniacally he laughs,

As blood covers the kitchen floor.

Dropping the knife,

and looking at the bloodied hands -

He knows that this is just right.

Tip toe down the hallway,

With the night-light going in his daughters room.

The silhouette suffocates his sweetheart.

Too small to struggle,

It's all to easy as he takes her away.

He hasn't a care in the world.

As he carries her to the kitchen,

Lays her down next to his wife.

Together they lay peacefully,

Dead.

The insects in his skin, urge him to do the same.

As he hangs himself,

From the rafters.

The family all together once again,

In the kitchen,

Dead.

I awake, sweating heavily.

Panic sets in, but knowing it's a dream -

The heavy breathing eases as I turn for my wife.

She's gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

In utter fear, I run to my daughters room.

She too, gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

Backing into the wall,

With a mixture of fear and sadness.

I sink to my knees.

I too, am gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

A solo duet.

Nights become more blissful,

As the days go by.

I could tell you that I miss you,

But it doesn't mean a thing.

I could call you and tell you,

That the shooting stars are back.

Though, I know you're not going to answer my prayers.

I could kiss your lips,

And you could kiss mine back.

You could keep me warm,

On a snow-filled winter.

Alas, you're gone and not coming back.

I still sit patiently,

Strumming my guitar.

Writing words for love songs,

That no longer mean a thing.

To me, to anyone.

The love light died, sweetheart.

And so have you.

I could take down the pictures,

Of the memories we shared.

It's not like you're coming back.

But this pen is fresh,

and so is its ink.

So this poem will keep on writing itself,

Because I know you still love me.

Tonight I sit,

A former shade of myself.

With an unforgivable smile on my face.

To know you're up there,

Singing this with me -

Makes me never want to stop what you gave me.

Forces of habit.

It might have been love,

It could have been lust.

But what happened between us,

Won't stop clogging my thoughts.

Caught alone in the snow,

and there was no where to turn.

Though there was a light in the distance,

Which was fire from your heart.

Adrift in the ocean,

Counting the days I've been missing you.

It's been so long for me now,

That my love for you has lost count.

The sunset at the beach,

You remember?
I'll never forget

As I counted the freckles on your face

And fell in love with you and your laugh.

Don't let the weather wipe away your smile.

It's always on my mind,

I've taken so many photos of it -

That it lightens up my room.

Hold my hand, my dearest love.

Keep strong by my side,

Never let the secret out -

Of how we both survived.