Little fellow friend
Visiting less frequently
Makes each occasion
A happenchance
To see you flit
Happily and freely
Lifts my heart
Captures your image
Teasingly
Be free
Blue fairy
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Category Archives: Identity
Love letter to B
Dear B,
Your memory has captured me
In a moment I unravel
At the thought
Of how I left
So alone and bereft
Remembering your face
Gives no relief
Be well knowing
All of me recalls
The way it felt
To be alone
With love.
Words on repeat
A silent morse code
Pulsing across waves
Heart beat
Constant
A flashing light probe
Late night glows
Lighthouse
Comfort
A font pouring out
Case in point
Dreaming
Contain
All saying sameness
Suredness daily
Proclaiming
Calming
Read this
Only one
To miss
Gravity
Take it to the grave
Reasons for leaving
Staying and believing
Committing thine self
To fate or worse
Make treacherous path
Smoother for dealing
Trading and receiving
All I could ask for
More or less
Ticket of freedom
Handed no pleading
Wishing upon leaving
For a hand to grasp
Now and then
Gravity of relieving
Tales of far and wide
Filtered for pleasing
Open heart and mind
When and wherever
Where is she leading?
Painted Lady
Obscured by cigar flume
Lady in white
Covered in wings
To conceal her
Sparing me
Seated stare winsomely
Waiting wishing
For one day
To eventuate
Daring me
Ladies lounge leisurely
Revealing all
Despairing none
Freedom falls
Sharing me
Room to grow
To call home
Remnants
Fragile and bound for posterity
Our parallel narratives
Collided for a time
Drank in like wine
Left us sobering
Waiting for the next flight
To anywhere
Warm blooded memories
Remain and regain
Lost ground in love's
Demilitarized zone
Rejoice, I have a home
Cosy on the shelf
With volumes of unspoken prose
Sing it in the street
Chanting,'who will keep me now?'
Lost love archives
Dust off faulty pride
And bloom in hidden rooms
As night lights glow
Brightly
Smelling her sweet perfume
Faint air of blossoms
Sting of nettles
Scent of leaves
Fluttering freely
Rain is coming
Shelter in with me
until the weather
turns us round again
Reflections
Divine Femme
Who laid out
All the stars
In their spheres
For me to admire
Do you sense
Your power
Over me?
The muse's muse
who broke
Cupid's heart
She is calling
Me out
Crawling out
Of my shell
To what end?
To admire her
And her world
Her stories
to tell
Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG.
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