I watch him sink beneath the evening shadows at the waters edge he comes to life. There’s no gracefulness to match this. Night swimmer glistening in the fading light. 

Unaware of the defining moments as the ripples he creates embrace my eyes. How every cascading droplet is the moisture in my summer skies. 

He’s the poet without words, every stroke another curse. He fills my nights with moonlight and passion He turns my universe. 

I’d jump oceans just to watch him, I’d move the earth to hear his sighs. I’m at my best, my happiest here. Night swimming by his side. 

What changed in me? What turned me into this mellow thoughtful person I’ve become?  I can only see you. The influence that filled my thoughts with what could be. How being completely at ease with the silence is the kindness we owe the soul. 

Every drama every catastrophe continues without us, the earth still spins relentlessly. We rarely change the manmade glitches of this world, but the difference we make by changing the way we think. How every branch reaches for the light when spring arrives, but come Autumn the dormant rest begins. 

After everything my dreams remain simple. A landscape, the leaf covered soil underfoot. A failing signal and a hopeful heart. 

I think about kissing you and how the earth would fall away with your touch. How my body rose to meet your lips, your breath bringing life to my skin. Those times where I was lost, tethered to the ceiling, bound by passion.  

Where love making started with a word, a whisper. Never predictable never by demand.  

I don’t have a story. Just a bunch of words that fall into place every so often. There’s no schedule, they fall and I write. Without inspiration I flounder. I don’t seek the next chapter for the sake of a page of text, it wouldn’t work. I don’t write for approval nor appraisal. Sometimes it’s the last thing I feel like doing, but I always end up longing for the words to fall again. There are things I don’t write about here. I’m not sure why….

That’s how our moments together feel. Snippets of what could be. Throw me a rope and I’ll climb it, or swing for eternity. 

Love makes such a difference to life. It’s an energy all of its own. It can fill every void with colour and light. It can make your soul a home. 

You notice the slight and the hidden as it passes through your core. When it builds you feel invincible, but when it fades you long for more. 

At its strongest it can be beyond belief, at its weakest the bringer of pain. Yet no matter the suffering we endure, we want to feel it again and again.

Please feel free to intervene, I’m stuck in this, the in between.  All directions are the same,  it’s lack of movement and I’m to blame. 

Standing still is becoming increasingly hard for me. I think it’s time I stopped waiting. I’ll stagnate when I’m dead. I’m not cutting  opportunities just getting on with my side of my life. 

Thank fuck that’s over with. I want a beer and a massage. Preferably at the same time. 

Too tired to write anything worth writing or reading. Long day. Went to the pub after work…..probably shouldn’t have…..
It is what it is.