THREE STEPS TO HEAVEN

“Poetry

melts my bones.

enters my blood

and changes

its composition.”

― Sanober Khan

 

I arise

I creak a little

the bed creaks even more

what is the hour

I have no idea

 

I pad out bare feet

the wooden floorboards creak

open the bathroom door

the face in the mirror shrieks

 

I remember the face

from the night before

it is the same, I think

and yet

perhaps it is just a little bit more

 

the mirror finds me out

it tries to scream

it tries to shout

wordlessly my lips move in mime

am I here or

have I travelled back in time

 

the light seeks me out

surrounds me in it's lemon glow

the wooden, painted shade

I bought myself

a token of a love cut short

and never once allowed to grow

 

I am inspired by all I see

the little beads of perspiration

placed there by the dull and soundless wall

of the midday sun

pouring hot through mottled glass

casting patterns that will never last

the different coloured bottles shine

on the windowsill, like sea glass found

along the shingled beach the line

of debris gathered in the bay and ground

down to a whisper of it's former self

now little nuggets rest upon my shelf

echoing the bottles opposite

the jewels of the sea

and the spills of him mingled with the spills of me

 

we do not drink but pour

the contents dampen; soak into the sand

we sat there side by side yet so alone

so close; so intimate; hand in hand

 

where did those days go as they disappeared

the night rose up and choked and cloaked us against our will

the moon shone briefly; disappeared behind a cloud

now I am here and you are there and still

 

the intermittent seagulls cry and fly

their calls pierce through my morning reverie

the mirror clamours for attention and I sigh

as I meet the eyes; the same eyes filled with mystery

and darkened with deep-seated misery

 

if I cannot unravel the past or let it slip

like tangled knitting lain out upon my lap; knotted in my grip

then how can I step forward into the new

with sheer abandonment and give myself to you

 

I will find a way through endless poetry

let words flow like my love I give to you

between the lines the space is clear and pure and sweet

where we can find the peace; be lulled; subdued and fall asleep

where words are not enough and only feelings count

between the parallel lines of existence hear me out

please do not ever doubt

I WILL get off this roundabout

 

I love you

you love me

you taught me how to love myself

you showed me how to live; be free

to leave behind the past; the memories

and only keep the good ones that shaped my loving heart

the ones that seep into my bones

that flow now in my blood

that light my soul and eyes with all

this goodness and this cherished and immortal love; I fall

for you my love; for you

and only you can render me anew.

 

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The clip of the pigeons is mine and I have overlaid it with my brief edit from Brief Encounter. I hope you enjoy my cover of Three Steps to Heaven, with the additions of subtle undertones of my wind chimes and me bashing the tune out on my old and faithful and very forgiving guitar!

 

 

Done