Mist Coloured Room

It’s cool and removed,
With a scent of the past,
Successes and failures,
Colour the mast,
And where I must stay
For my beauty to bloom,
Forever alone
In my mist coloured room.

It’s quiet and still,
A place to be heard,
The shouts of the world,
Take flight like a bird,
And where I must dwell,
And be gone none too soon,
Forever at peace
In my mist coloured room.

It’s locked and withdrawn,
A secret retreat,
The keys are all mine,
Kept private and neat,
And where I will live,
From midnight ’til noon,
Forever as one
In my mist coloured room.

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We Danced Around Our Shadows

I wanted to come up with something new for National Poetry Day. I hope you like it.
Much love,
Simon.

We danced around our shadows, the music calling forth,
With care our feet made patterned shapes,
The dark we skipped for fear of fate,
And though the hour grew so late,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, our bodies ‘cross the floor,
To lose ourselves within the tune,
Your eyes on mine and showing doom,
Our mirror ball the shining moon,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, stuck forever on our course,
The never ending drummer’s beat,
Forgetting what it is to sleep,
All the while not quite complete,
Still we danced some more.

We danced around our shadows, not what we bargained for,
To never now assume our rest,
We move as one at tune’s behest,
Eternity spent chest to chest,
Still we danced some more.

Black Lake

Black lake, with shores of shattered bone,
An evil place, so cold like stone,
Where carrion hangs and bodies rot,
Where wounded souls are soon forgot.

Black lake, with waves that rock the boat,
All prayers are lost though said by rote,
Where mists conceal the waiting eyes,
Where calling voices spread their lies.

Black lake, where chilling wind does blow,
With white caps forming, just as snow,
Where ‘neath the water creatures wait,
Where careless hands will hang like bait.

Black lake, the place where I am bound,
No more to step on solid ground,
Where I will lay and rest my head,
Where ever now I’ll hold the dead.

Lay Before You

The last I see, as I pay my due,
Lunar light, a kind of blue,
It casts a glow across your skin,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I hear, as I say goodbye,
Evening birds, they fly so high,
It drowns the words I want to say,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I feel, as I start to fade,
Coming cold, from dew it’s made,
It causes skin to start to cool,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I smell, as I lose my breath,
Perfume sweet, that stains your breast,
It calls to mind those happy days,
As I lay before you bleeding.

The last I taste, as I close my eyes,
Bitter words, in throat so dry,
The sorry left unspoken now,
As I lay before you bleeding.

Stand In A Room

Stand in a room,
Be one with peace.
No sound to disturb,
No noise, all has ceased.
Stand in a room,
Be one on your own,
No friends to stand by,
No lover to own.

Sit in a room,
Be still and reserved.
No need to feel lost,
No voices, not heard.
Sit in a room,
Be quiet and soft.
No thoughts in the mind,
No wander, not lost.

Lie in a room,
Be corpse-like and pause.
No mourners will come,
No tears, no applause.
Lie in a room,
Be missed and forgot.
No life anymore,
No joy, that’s your lot.

Hunt

Exquisite terror, heart that beats;
I take my flesh, I take my meat,
To hunt, to kill, the pleasure black,
Lose oneself, when prey to track.

Pitiful pleading, knees that bend;
I take my blood, to hell I send,
To chase, to catch, the horror dark,
Find oneself, when prey is marked.

Animal feeding, life that goes;
I take my joy, the devil knows,
To eat, to drink, my need is true,
Be oneself, when I see you.

What I Want

To lay once more amongst your dreams,
To share a bed, and dull the screams,
To fight the demons of the night,
To keep away those things that fright,
To wrap you in my holding arms,
To keep you free and safe from harm,
To warm you when the nights are cold,
To carry you through nightmares old,
To stay with you when darkness rules,
To never treat you mean or cruel,
To wake with you when sun is born,
To oft’ remind you what was sworn…

That’s what I want.