ABOVE THE CLOUDS
There she goes, above the clouds where Cobalt sky reigns over.
No need to rush the easy breeze to paint her memories.
Time melts the clock, all is quiet.
Poetry by Amy Simmons
Waiting to visit. Just a stopover
For now, where secret smiles from a yellow day
Carry lovers across the moorland.
Returning once more to steal a kiss,
She laughs as light splinters in, and
Drums fade to indigo.
Still waters pocket memories
On the high ground, where she drapes
The mizzle sky.
Here she rests by winter pines,
Where all is quiet.
BEACH AT FORVIE
Cold light floods the
Beach at Forvie, where the
Ocean breaks down to the blows of the rain.
Silent light descends, where
Only dreams can find
Her behind the clouds today.
Home drips colours in the sky,
Where memories grow wings on the rocks and
The ocean blinks back at the sun.
Home carves hearts in the rain,
Where vines hang by the window and
Count sea beams on the moon.
Home lights candles in the dusk,
Where lovers drink the night and
Cast nets on broken shores.
Home taps a rhythm by the beach,
Where dreams are green
And all is yours.
Here she comes,
taste the metal in a bruised sky,
her sudden change of mind,
as the last night shrinks into greedy brine.
Amber light fall by her window, breaking pitch
through a desert of restive nights.
A chill wind hugs the moor at the tip of daybreak.
INSIDE THE WAVE
Inside the wave, time suspended, arms outstretched.
She sinks down, down in a bed of mirrors,
where memories collide on the ocean floor.
ROCKS AND CLOUDS
This place, between the rock and clouds,
where time forgets its journey.
This place, warden of peace and confusion.
Drum brush, a heart beats as time registers.