Romance, curvaceous lines traced with the eyes alone. All around focus fades, for the sky there is only the knowledge that it exists. For you are but a whisper that somehow took hold, like the first flush of paint on a canvas, fluid still.

To hold a gaze, to take that moment with you. Not a glance, not a passing look, but that thrill when eyes seem to merge. Intimate, like a soul bared and captivation shared. I wonder what lies between the gaze, if thoughts are suspended there, masterpieces of unspoken words, unwritten pages.



I am all eyes and you are all wonder. I am of caution, but not of your making. This landscape of my heart, its trenches and scars in need of repair, jaded not dead.

You are still waters a tapestry of depth, not obvious, not incessant. Each strand interwoven, each vein a path to your soul.

You are shelter from the heat, like the coolest chapel walls, the light on the horizon when I am surrounded by the darkest skies.



I am approaching thresholds and you meet me halfway. You’re the stranger I struggled to see, but as you stand in the doorway I can see nothing else

Are the joys we hold nothing more than transactions, are we there yet? Are these roots ours, did we mistake life as ownership. Is the river flowing, did the branches drop seeds at dusk, did the sun still rise and fall? Was your train delayed, did you complain? Did you fill out forms, tick the relevant boxes, did it rain? Is your neighbour ok, are the children hungry? Did your parcel arrive on time? Will the shelter of oaks ease my mind, will they give and keep giving, will wildflowers sustain when the pollinators fall. Are we there yet. Does the tide move your soul, unscripted as it is, does an actor have to explain all the things you can’t feel. Did you see the sky last night? Did the stars captivate your gaze, did you flick that switch? It killed the light. Are your grades all that define you, you wear them so well. A glowing reference on your way to the top. Does your office have a view? Do you?  Silence, isn’t it beautiful. How it sits beside me like an old friend lost for words. Humbled, I am constantly.