Scattered

As the clock strikes midnight

My eyes pain with tears

You’re music is all I have now

It eases my fears

Don’t let the dragon

Take control

Don’t let him in

He will consume

Every inch of me

Blue is my heart

Painted with loss

I must travel

These bridges

Where destiny

Wears a cross

Frightened by the nothing

The lifeless night

Blanket covered canvass

Take away

The darkened light

Music saves the hours

Darkness slowly drifts

Mood changes

No longer living in cages

Scattered amongst lost pages

Cailin

Red are my knees

Cycling I thought

Was a breeze

No air on my back

Sun piercing my eyesight

Black crows delight

Hungry for my flesh

Waiting for my fall

He will surely eat me

I must not stall

Red juice falls

Off my bottom lip

I slowly wipe

It away

With my finger tip

Enough he shouts

Blows out a whistle

Peeking from the edges

Wild tin whistles

Where is the water

Where is the rain

To end this suffering

This enduring pain

Leaves that shimmer

Slug eaten edges

My transport not far way

I could run through

The hedges

Hide surely I won’t

Be seen

I am a clever

Irish Cailin

Snap he switches on

Eyes and feet latched forward

I chase the breeze

Waving goodbye

His face priceless

Goodbye strawberry fields

I won’t taste your fortune

Harvest you

Neither will I slave away

In sun scorched heat

Burning my soul away

White Sapphire

White Sapphire

Riding along the

Church gates

Audience waits

Blackened crusted iron

Dividing both you and him

Enter in my child

Into an eternal fling

Veil held tightly

Just in case you run

Runaway bride

Where will she hide

Heart throbbing

Out of control

Doors open up

Silencing the noise

He is in perfect poise

Quietly walking

Her fathers spirit

On her arm

Air softly brushes her

Her lucky charm

White bowed flowers

Tinted green stems

The triplets gathered together

Cackling like hens

White sapphire daughter

Spirit in tow

Allow happiness

Let yourself go

Amazon woman

Wondrous woman

Red blue and gold

Stories printed in volumes

Waiting to be told

I watched on

Amazed by your resilience

You fought and fought

Even when you were caught

Paving a path forward

For every little girls dreams

Not to be a part of a nightmare

You distinguished their screams

Fighting against the enemy

Defending the weak

Wondrous woman

You left me speechless

Unable to speak

Wanting to defend those

Who have no voice

Give others options

Who often have no choice

Sexy voluptuous

Red winged print

Canvass of red on

Stained lips

Freedom amazon lady

Trailing along hungry

Forbidden men

You cannot be tamed  

Unrest

The heat destroys your existence

It betrays your living cells

Suffocating them

Isolating them

Breathless emptiness

Scattered around

You're desire to live on

Is now mirrored

In a fight

You reach out

Nothing

You yearn

Nothing

You are willing

To sacrifice

Nothing

Vultures of the unknown

Tie a loop around

You're throat

Dividing every inch

Of you're fight

Inside

Where are you're angels now

Are they near by

Are they allowing

Such cruelty to take place

In a forest of deserted

Destruction

Cold

Legs laid out

Like lumps of meat

Body in a distilled state

No room no manoeuvring 

As the cold

Slab invites

The host

Centred for attention

The white coated figure

Walks around

For closer inspection

Nothing no complexion

Walking around and around

Echoing metal

Scraped the sides

Uncovering footsteps

Of unresolved mystery  

Phased Praise

Comforting fortunes

Wrapped in arms of paper

Nonsense of bewildered words

Fallen down like lifeless birds

Sounds of silence

Bring his call

Do not destroy him

Do not be his wrecking ball

Allow the vines

That chokes his silent voice

Display his ruptured spine

Praise him he is divine

Paradise of imagery

Nothing only darkness falls

Laying on the tinted blades of grass

Memories blast from the past

Allow the vines

Laying on the tinted blades of grass

Displaying his ruptured spine

To succumb drifting skin

As he lays on territorial ground

His pulse race

His heart it pounds

Silent gentle whispers

Praise him he is divine

Lifting his darkness up

As his pulse race

All he has is time