A place to blossom

Tell me you like it.

Good company.

Coexistence.

So cosy.

See Rosie.

Cradle the room.

In an instant.

Resumed.

All engaged.

Flare upon

The musical stage.

Budding artist.

Mutual friend.

Much appreciation.

Guitar to lend.

A place to place

Our inwards outward.

Inverted possession

Ready for reaction

Empowered.

For the applause?

No, all for a pause;

Passionate cause.

Where dreamers dare

In the vicinity of care.

Inventive incentive,

Drop in to discover.

Songs, stories, tales,

That ignite within another.

Leap year

Set alight

Your downgraded done dusked worries.

Drop them into the infinite deep.

Dust off those damaged, draining thoughts.

Let the dip sink then take your leap.

Dear, it’s your year,

And February is almost over.

Seems like you were swimming drunk,

Though January was pretty sober.

So out with the old, in with a phew!

Fed up thinking of how to be brand new.

To take on a year in a matter of days,

Changing ‘you’ in nineteen different ways.

So let’s stop, liase, find a kinder route

Spring is Marching over,

It’s another chance to reboot.

Another chance to dance,

With a little more leg room.

To wriggle our toes,

Then finally resume.

Riches to Rags

The tenderness of love now evades me.

It's worn, tired and scrupulously cynical.

And as it's risen and reached its pinnacle;

It found itself stripped of its resounding treasures.

Thrown away by sinful pleasures and downgraded by a thief plated in gold.

~ Who knew you could be so cold?