Nest In Death

So… now, on to the quiet rest,

In death I’ll make a lover’s nest.

Warm, black shrouds to crown,

The mantle of life laid down.

In the passing of spark to ember,

Dancing souls, gone forever.

© K.N.Liddington

 

 

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Three Times

Three times.

Three times, in the middle of the night

I’ve woke mid-nightmare as I shove you so hard, out of our bed.

Get out

Get out

My subconscious said.

 

The echoes of your actions suppressed in my mind;

it’s hollow haunted corridors run filthy with your lies.

 

Three times.

Three times, in the middle of the night

I’ve woke to cold sweats and you clung to me, as a babe to a breast.

Get out

Get out

May I never rest?

 

The shackles you once thought bound me to you forever,

are rattling off with each succeeding night terror.

 

Three times.

Three times, in the middle of the night

I’ve woke to hot tears and palpitations, my heart filled with dread.

Get out!

Get out!

This love – is dead.

© K.N.Liddington

Coloured sand

I had a dream of coloured sand,

That slipped from hand to hand,

It surrounded and danced with me,

A colourful utopia that set me free.

 

It’s magical dreamscape world,

Caught my soul and unfurled,

The reef in my mind’s heart,

Firing up this imaginative art.

 

Crisp slopes of rainbow waves,

Fantasy and wonder enslaves,

The reach of this mystic vision,

Undermines reality’s derision.

 

I had a dream of coloured sand,

That slipped from hand to hand,

And there, within it, I found…

splendour! My mind unbound.

            © K.N.Liddington