Suspended between The Immensities
"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”
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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