you shone
I reflected
brighter
I knew
than the star
I saw
you were
Moments
late night
late night
early morning
always in my dreams
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shake
shake your hair loose
let the future be dancing
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breathe
breathe
dive
breathe again
become
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the sea is louder
the sea is louder
than my thoughts
the day may be perfect
Princes Street Gardens after lockdown
people standing shouting to one another
not at
not yet
until the golden amber glisten
descends and disappears
in the shadow beauty
in the shadow beauty
the scent in summer breeze
evening sun forever
sprinkle my ashes
sprinkle my ashes
where weeds in icy streamings flow
there is so much more to feel
she must have been
she never told me
she loved me
she must have been better
than me
at keeping secrets
Answer me what I am
Are you guessing? You are. It’s your turn. Very well. OK. I am cold.
– Are you ice? Are you winter? Are you your tiny hand?
Sweet but not honey. Don’t say honey again.
– Honey? Not honey. But sweet. Sweeter than hope?
Cold, cold and sweet, and sometimes quite hot.
– Is it you, are you your heart, is it your possibly potentially possible love for me of which we have never spoken?
[…]
– … your love for me?
No. I am ice cream on the beach. Let’s not play again.
simonsalento 