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"Suspended between The Immensities"




Suspended between the Immensities
She throws flames from her eyes
Love’s never perfect,
When is the perfect time?
A woman is imperfect
A Life corroded, 
a heart that’s been suffocated broken
becomes hard as Jade
Real Life never rhymes

She wades out through 
The Shallows 
past their fear of 
The Deep
and it is in this lucid moment 
she realises 
she has woken from 
Dark Night’s 
drugged and dreadful sleep

She will take her Ocean on 
arms open to embrace 
the next incoming tempest storm
A certain courage is required
to face it full flesh on
Her heart is still beating
a fast metronome it runs the bitter race
the metal inside her will ignite
St Elmo's Fire 
to find, light up and understand in time, 
a certain unfamiliar face

Suspended between the Immensities
of Light and Dark
She is the electric storm 
come to defibrillate 
a new lost lover’s heart 
and mind gone blind
somewhere suspended in  
The Deep
he sleeps his Dark Night 
The Deep Dark of Lost Time

Love’s never perfect,
When is the perfect time?

A man is never perfect 
you could pick his soul clean 
whistle disenchantment through it
break it like a fading wishbone 
sew a thread through his lips 
to stop his heart from speaking  
A man is never perfect
Sometimes a woman even less 

A Dead man walking 
is the split treasure box from 
some broken Broken
bent out of shape
from a shipwreck 
washed in on the 
perceived shortcomings 
and turning of his tide
He is trying to somehow make it home
he’s all swallowed bitter hurt and pride

The real treasure spills from his 
heart and soul
you could hear him 
if you know how to listen well
see his heart is like a giant conch shell
place the conch shell next to your ear 
you’ll eventually hear 
his mysteries speak 
loud and clear 
good and bad 
Light and Dark

Suspended between The Immensities
where all of his ghost stories hide
like precious jewels, 
all golden lit and sparkling 
Suspended between the Immensities

Love’s never perfect,
When is the perfect time?

Comfort is never found in the jagged rocks
that hug The Shallow shore

Real life never rhymes

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)





“They make glorious shipwrecks those who are seeking new worlds”
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