Maybe you need to read this
line by line, word by word,
strewn between carefully crafted punctuation marks,
in partial poetry, prose.
Maybe you need to feel this
line by line, word by word
captured feelings tracing patterns of my heart,
tracing them for you to read.
(And the fear of being judged?
I lay it bare for you to see:
You become my mirror and set me free)

He/she

February 19, 2015 ~ hiraethphoenix ~ Leave a comment

He never said
So you never knew
That he offered all he could
Instead you focussed on lack
On what he could not give
And the more he gave, the more
You met him with resistance
But he never said
So you never knew
That he loved you night as day
All the forms of you
Instead you felt unnoticed
Wilting like a flower left to fend
Alone
But he never said
So you never knew
That he missed you morning to night
Every second, hour, day
Instead you focussed on his ego
The I-don’t-need-you-and-never-did
But he never said
So you never knew
If only he said,
If only you
had
known.

Soar

February 19, 2015March 9, 2015 ~ hiraethphoenix ~ Leave a comment

My heart flies late at night,
always starting in the past
in what could have been,
should have been,
it passes through the moments
of bliss and beauty and turns
at reality;
it steps through the moments
you were mine and the many more
I wished you were,
it flies amongst the pieces,
tears of what was us
and it stands brave because
the sun awakes and makes it way
to a new day
(and there is always
a new day)

Wind

February 7, 2015February 7, 2015 ~ hiraethphoenix ~ Leave a comment

Sunset on the beach and there is a wind blowing slightly offshore. It makes the grains of sand dance around your ankles, it lightly whispers in your ear. It embraces you exactly where you are and plaits your hair in intricate patterns. Every now and then a gust comes through and wipes a tear from the corner of your eye. A tear that needed to be shed, was waiting to be heard. The wind dares not to know the truth, does not ask where you have been, who you have been, but echoes beauty, renewal, always glimpses of sun-kissed youth. It’s in these moments that for me, heaven and earth collide.

That jersey

January 31, 2015March 10, 2015 ~ hiraethphoenix ~ Leave a comment

It’s in the quiet moments, the ones where I watch clouds gather around the mountain, dressing it in a jersey of longing. The ones where the waves fiercely rush to the shore and then retreat in regret. The ones where I watch my children play in an world where happy endings exist into infinity, there is no question how the story ends. In these moments I think of you and wish you were here, wish I could hear your voice. But I know you would have me comfortably wearing that jersey, over-sized and slightly frayed, dancing barefoot on the beach in complete faith: one day there is a happy ending in which we reunite and it stretches to infinity.