a new chapter

she asked him how he’d done it

how he’d built marshmallow towns

how he’d met a little poor boy

who was destined for the crown

she asked him how he know about

the language fairies speak

and how he’d caught a shooting star

that now was his to keep

she asked him how he’d touched the clouds

without a pair of wings

and how he’d heard the music

of a chestnut tree that sings

she asked him how he’d swum

right to the bottom of the sea

and how he’d watched a mountain cry

and heard the sunshine speak

she found it all a mystery

he breathed the air she breathed

but he breathed out tales of distant lands

and things she’d never seen

and she saw a world of wonder

when she looked up-close at him

and when he spoke his words flowed

like a poem on the wind

he told her that it hadn’t been

some wings that helped him fly

and it hadn’t been a net he’d used

to catch things from the sky

it wasn’t maps that led him

to a chest of buried gold

and it hadn’t been a ship that

sailed him halfway round the world

it wasn’t bricks he’d used

too build a castle in the sky

for he told her he had lived

all of these things inside his mind

and he told her she could do it too

for reading’s all it took

and she’d open up her world

if she just opened up a book

Longing

I’ll write for you a poem

that you can read from time to time.

A tale of how we could be,

in a world where you are mine.

We’d travel near and far, just us,

walking city blocks together.

Our feet could take us anywhere

and our hands would still be tethered.

The starlight could be blinding

as the sunshine fades away.

Just tell me what to write

and I’ll create anything you say.

I could write us into forever

if you let my mind run wild

I’d write us onto the tops of mountains

where we’d play just like a child.

I’d write us into all the wonders

that I’ve ever dreamt of seeing,

but the saddest part of writing

is that I can’t write you into being.

Someone Like You

Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for? There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. 

And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling,  this wonderful sense of optimism. 

It is something I can always keep close to me-to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. 

No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.

Stars

You think you can define me,

That I’m a tick in just one box,

Like my being is a door,

That a single key unlocks,

But let me tell you something,

I have the universe inside,

I hold an untamed ocean,

With a constant changing tide,

I’m home to endless mountains,

With tips that touch the sky,

Flocks of grand migrating birds,

And deserts harsh and dry 

I house the wildest rivers,

And a host of weeping plains,

I feel in waves of sunshine,

Or in unrelenting rains,

Don’t tell me that you know me,

That ” this right here is what you are”,

I am the universe in motion,

For I was born from stars.