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A quiet world –
Where the music is the shimmering light that ripples across the coral reef.
A magical dance crackles below its surface –
The tail, the fins and the Angels’ all know the tune.

I rock like a baby in the wind –
A lullaby hammock to quiet the storm that rages within my soul.
My forgotten quest –
For Peace and Happiness.

Numbness only remains –
Washed away by the warm waters and the tears from heaven.
His skin is moist and glistens in the sunlight –
A bronze God a whisper away but lifetimes apart.

Desiccated by monstrous winds –
The husk remains, the shell of life that clings to the fount.
I must return to the dance – 
The magic that crackles below the surface.

Find the light that ripples –
Even in the depths of despair.
A secret world – 
Where the quiet music embraces even the deaf.

May I hear the Angels’ chorus once more –
Touch me. Ecstasy.
Let the joy embrace –
And overwhelm your senses.

My Love

By Vaughan Shepherd © 2007

Take a wooden stick and hit a pole with it
Listing to the sound it makes as you fly
into rage the detail and shortness of breath
as the wood breaks against iron its age outnumbering
its flex 3 to one and tearing its fibres now dried and unconnected

the eye moves in the socket with ease but broken
by a lack of control the scholar’s ear that opened
like a butterfly wing and raced into skylight

Tortured ribbons silk threads dragged into patterns
could not recover quality nobody to reorganise them
until you started trying to undo the mistakes
unpick the threads and put them back into order
something I thought would not do without you

on the spinning world, unconfessed thieves chased the wheels
and plotted to collect insurances on the world coming to its end
there they queue up to collect their sacred dividend

Copyright © 2008 by Nicholas Alexander