Wipeout

I was happy,

Enough.

Or more, I was sailing on an even keel.

Ripples broke the surface, but they did not shake me from my course

Until you.

You and your white horses, cresting, roaring.

Adrenaline kicking, I’m pitching.

Nose to the wave, it peaks, and I see possibilities.

I’m not the only one who dreams my dreams.

But then it breaks, and I’m falling.

No-one but the empty ocean to catch me and I’m left clinging to the wreck.

“A calm sea never made a skilled sailor”

But I’m waiting for this storm to pass, with salt crusted on my cheeks.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.