Inspired by Gossling

Because the theme of the week has now become the theme of my life I want to share the below poem I wrote when  I heard the song Paper Boat by Gossling, I was unable to find a video to upload but have included a link where you can hear it. It is a beautiful song....

I carved out a boat for you

A boat made of wood

I painted it in the colour of my heart

And stained it with the varnish of truth

The boat will carry you

Upon the seas of my love

Where I will be your current

And I will be your waves

My body will be intertwined in your net

My breath will get caught in your sails

My desire will be tied in your knots

And when you leave my shores

I will be your anchor

That drags heavy behind you

Held fast and buried in the sand

Because my longing wants you to
Stay wrapped in my arms
Forever

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search/song?q=Gossling+Paper+Boat

impossible

The song is not mine

closing my eyes

feeling trapped in

the shards of a

broken song

the blind mans stick

worn from seeing

his vision deeper

than mine

my ticket

only rides the one

direction 

THE GIFT

My heart is open
And all I was, is shown
The ripple of doubt
Flows in and out of my shore
Dampening the sands of self
The dreams seep into my mind
As the sun and moon cross paths
The notes of my tune
Empty from my mouth
Like a hollow strumming noise
My offering
Is given up
Is it a gift
Or a curse?

From the Wardrobe

The earth was dark

The shadowed heart hung

In the window beside the wooden bird

Words stored in a small box by the cushioned dream

Overlooking the deep valley

Life

Remained speckled with colour

Floating amongst the trees

As dawn danced on the horizon

In a gold pleated dress

Shedding dark imperfections and failings

Fragments of dreams drift

Upward

Forgotten

You hum a tune to the blowing wind

The moon shadow moves across your heart

As the ceiling is painted blue

Love

Becomes frightened

Hiding behind the rising earth

Light is uncovered

From below the silent heartbeat

Boxed words sit

As I hear the winds tune

Like you are still humming

The passage of time

Wrapped around the stones that fall

As time does pass

The past leads the future

And the wind turns around

Looking

The box where the words have been kept

Is now

Open