Future Rainbows (Draft 1)

The seasons change
And im old and grey and clouded
Grown great in my insignificance
A singe speck skudding in the skyHuddled beneath infinity

I wish I had a star’s bravery
To watch the darkness gobble up
The light of a billion billion others
And yet stubbornly to shine
As though it makes a difference

The atmosphere is deep today
Heavy like the blood slugging to my brain
But I’ll wait through the deluge
For the greys to be rinsed away
By future rainbows.

To create something beautiful?
A gasp, a thought, a sunrise
Or not
Either way
To sit and watch the sifting
As the internet slowly passes me by

We all are
Fingers through the wool
Lost in the thick of it

Heart

They say you've gone wicked, rogue,
Roving away with limbs unfettered
Unguarded.
It was only on my sleeve
That you ever had your biggest say
And I
Was tumble swept along your way

What single word could ever hold a hope
To candle up your vacant hollow room
Discarded
Thoughts jumbled on the walls
Paper thin, like the cuts whose healing seems
So slow
At least you misplaced the key to my dreams

I want you back, not the least because
You'll always be the marrow of my soul
This started
Like a promise, but ended in a curse
I'll leave you in the mirror, gazing
Lost
To my own reflection.

Learn to leave your shadow behind
A fallen comrade on this bitter battlefield
Don't carry it in the space beneath your eyes
A weight to pull your gaze softly behind
To turn your home-bound feet aside
You'll never leave this broken ground
While regrets thick gravity moulds you down

A New You

Sooner or later
Always comes along
The question remains:
Will you have let it go
Or still be holding on?

I play your tune, from time to time
The gentle reset of the mind
Timidity expressing the words so hard to find
Are hidden unbidden and rise to the front
When the rythm starts to chime

There is no music in my car
During the daily dawn commute
Devoid of the voice of song
Empty of the thoughts of emotion.
It seems somehow fitting,
One humming can in a random stream,
 Losing the froth and foam of freedom
To the sole accompaniment of the noise within

It wouldn't be theft
To roll you up
Iron out the creases
And tuck you away
To be my rainy day

I wake you break me down
I sleep you hang around
I fall you are the ground
Bouncing makes a crunchy sound

Things march on
As they often do
With no one keeping pace
While everyone falls far behind
And further back from grace.
But that's quite ok
Because she always crosses at the finish
Arm-in-arm
With the last runners in the race.