Upstream

You flew into my life
like a kite on a summer's breeze,
wings as bright as a peacock.

A new moon reflected
your soul to mine over a bridge
as revellers passed underneath.

Diving in, feet first after paddling in the
water, waiting for other boats to
pass through our lock.

Holding fast to your heart as water
swirls around us. Both growing closer with
each breath taken beneath the surface.

Enticing tiny bubbles
tickle the surface of our skin, interlocked,
learning to swim.

Blessed with inherent warmth,
climbing my body to kiss
my parted lips as water lilies float
calmly on our mirrored sky.

A storm passes overhead as
bitter silt and grains of sand cloud our
crystal vision of tranquillity.

Sticks, stones, mud.
Against the ebb and flow. We ride
the currents together.

Without us, we are
nothing. With us,
we are everything.

Passing fear of the boats already passed
and losing our grip as the water muddies
around our naked bodies.

Missing the warmth of our being,
not seeing what it is we are and what
we have through the murky depths.

Clearing the water takes time, gaining
perspective and finding
space and time once again.

We will swim upstream together holding hands,
through the reeds, and find each other in
a place where we can just, be.

Storms will come,
the waters will muddy
and we will lose each other's hand.

Though I will never
forget the everything
in my life that needs to exist.

Harry

What's in a name, anyway?

Lost poem

I have found a poem which I'd written for a competition some years ago. It was written about catching that first glimpse and touch of a person you care for dearly after travelling the trains of Europe for three weeks. The inspiration for the poem is an incredible person who I now, boastfully call my girlfriend. The title could do with some work, but the sentiment remains true to this day.

Love Train  

Passing footsteps and the clap of
the timetables snap me back, a final glance
had whispered across the speckled floor, a narrow
gaze which wouldn't suffice, for three long
weeks without your smile, wide and without excuse.

The click clack of bundles of life and presents
from hot streets stifle my ears, stretching to hear
the whistle, doors opening and bodies stretching
across the worn platform, wrestling with aching limbs.

Familiar patterns, arched neck with ruby red,
skipping beats and a drench of bee stings on my
neck, finally that smile meets mine, the world around
oblivious to sunset hair or translucent skin,
a delivery of elation.

Deciphered.

Three seven four two six;
deciphered, the door unlocks.
Grey daylight etches.

Soul tree.

Darting green inquisition.
Bitten bottom lip.
Red wave.
Clenched hand gripped or
guided by an inner voice.

Searching for a soul tree
amongst a tightly thatched
sea of Pine.

An arched Willow bow,
taught quivers firing
at a heart shaped needle.

Leaves brushing and Silver Birch flaking against our skin,
exquisitely for seven years.
Strangers in a familiar forest of soft scents, insight and passion.

The search continues as windmills, streams and lakes pass.
This tree cannot be found.
Trees cannot move,
only sway in the wind or be cut down.

A fruitless search.
There is not a single tree.
We believe our rings of growth belie the truth.

Our truth.
We are the forest, the wind, the earth, the interwoven roots.
Catching each other if we fall.
The forest still stands.

Doug / Update

Nostalgically, I watched a couple of episodes of Doug whilst doing my ironing last night. I have realised that aside from my loving family; my moral standpoint and attitude towards life is directly influenced by Doug's teachings.
Not only has it shaped my life views, it lead me towards my affinity for the creative type when it comes to my taste in females. Doug's sister Judy's Bohemian attitude towards the world, red hair and generally eccentricity are everything I look for in a woman.
I'm not sure if it's sad, mad or sweet.

In other news, starting tomorrow, I shall be embarking on the trip of a lifetime with the girl of my dreams. Devon, Copenhagen and Stockholm; all in ten days. I've never looked forward so much to a holiday in my entire life. It will be amaze-balls.