Time’s Lovers

love a
the big wheel
lights
 
littered
 
through
your swirling hair
 
as
 
we span
perihelion
through the fair
 
 
 
the night
 
glis’ened through your eyes
 
lizard crept
 
sparkling
 
across your golden skin
 
laughing
you blur
as we spin
 
 
touch
 
 
was as if
 
to long
 
and to yearn
 
 
it burnt
 
 
flash
 
 
the whirligig exploded
 
 
time intercepted
eyelashes extended
 
catching stardust
 
your eyes
 
in each galaxy
 
 
shone
 
 
 
touched the curve
 
of your form
 
 
in the darkness
 
was born
 
 
disappeared
 
 
between shadows
 
 
and whispers
 
 
 
love
 
 
 
one
 
 
 
***********
 
 
and the screams and the
cries
mocked the cardboard
clock spies
erected
by lies
in the sawdust of pride
 
 
 
come home
to the sea
as your breath
fanned the flame
of the tears
that were shed
 
set me free
 
 
 
**************
 
 
 
but the lie
 
 
playing statues
 
enacted
 
inside
 
 
*************
 
a frieze
 
 
in miniature
 
dolls-house static
 
carbon resemblances
 
domestic discordiance
 
skin now cotton
 
jackets and dresses of
 
thickly sewn tweed
 
eyes of balled thread
 
hair of stupid
wool
 
hollow laughter
 
limbs of silent
benumbment
 
new toys
confuse the
tableau
 
musical chairs
pre-scripted
 
bespoke
 
scenes from above
 
each part
played cold
 
inevitable dénouement
 
lego breakfast
 
cornflakes of 
neglect
 
spilt-milk tragedy
 
tables and chairs
 
mute anger
watch blindly
 
as the endgame
ensues
 
 
*************
 
 
no more
can our hearts
take this pain
thus we part
 
beheld
 
 
what
 
 
we hold
 
we then became old
 
and the sounds 
of the fair
 
were distant
 
 
then gone
 
 
 
****************
 
 
 
the big wheel
lights
 
cycle
 
a litany
 
through
your I don’t care
 
we spin
ap-helion
 
away
 
from the fayre
 
 
****************
 
 
somewhere between
inside the blood pumping
the feeling
the passion
the sex
 
a vertex
 
a defining point
 
of
 
meaninglessness
 
 
 
 
 
***************
 
 
 
 
in the dark
 
lost
 
no light to soothe
this troubled soul
 
a star lit up
the cosmos
 
suicidal face
pressed 
against the wall
 
broken broken broken
 
heart
 
something called from deep without
 
within
 
this dimension
 
of the heart
 
 
 
beyond the pain
 
that’s calling
 
 
 
destroyed
 
broken heart saw
 
with innocent 
 
broken eyes
 
humbled
 
 
 
a new day dawning
 
 
 
the birds sing
 
 
there is no thought
in 
everything
 
wonder
nests
within me
 
what is this
wond’rous thing?
 
this life
 
we take for granted
 
that seems 
 
to be
 
just here?
 
never questioning
 
the reality
 
this never happened before
 
 
 
to be in now
 
and wonder
 
drop all
personal
ideas
beside
 
for what is so 
astonishing
 
is what’s outside’s 
inside
 
 
 
*****************
 
 
 
sadness
crumpled my heart
 
why
why
were those that should be
not there?
 
in darkness
i cried
alone
face
against the wall
i cried
 
alone
 
 
**********
 
 
the cosmos
 
the cosmos
 
your heart
 
shimmered
 
lights in the sky
 
what am i? 
 
what am i?
 
 
 
***********
 
 
dreams flittered
mocking
my normal purple brow
 
a collection
of scenes
distorted by
loss
 
guilt
 
shame
 
dragged my soul
drowning
 
softly crushing
 
my soul
 
to death
and that was where
 
from deep inside
 
the tears came from
 
 
 
*********
 
 
honesty
 
about not knowing
 
why does my heart feel so?
 
lantern
in the darkness
 
of my soul
 
 
 
now free
not freedom
just knowing
 
 
my tears caught
 
in your palms
 
you saw my pain
 
and somehow
 
that sets me free
 
 
 
************
 
 
through pain
i see
your beauty
 
and the grace of your
heart
 
like a rock and a flower
 
i can rest upon thee
 
grow by your side
 
then
 
as if 
 
sylph like
 
you vanished
 
free
 
endowing
your beauty
everywhere
 
as the dandelion parachutes
reflect the spring sun
 
wind breathes
through
the grass
 
i feel the wave of enormity
 
and the miniscule grasp
 
saved inside terror
 
wonder
 
at last
 
your kindness
 
destroyed me
 
there is nothing
 
but love
 
 
 
**********************
 
 
 
once again
 
day
lives the night
 
Spirit breathes
 
through 
your plight
 
 
 
***************
 
i span you
 
or did you spin me?
 
perhaps
 
the whirligig
 
did choose?
 
and in that moment
 
of pure love
 
there was only
self
 
to lose
 
 
question
 
question
 
question!
 
what is this soul
 
you feel
 
the more you
feel the question
the more 
 
it be-comes
real
 
 
 
************
 
be merrie
‘fore
the darkness comes
 
and then
be merrie still
 
for when this time
 
hath folded up
 
time’s cup
 
shall still
 
be full
 
 
**************
 
fear not
the wheel
its fancies
 
and tortures
all in jest
 
’tis but a play
 
as one well knows
 
keep love
close
to
your 
breast
 
 
***************
 
 
 
one is time
and two is self
and three
is but the other
and other
is reflection thus
 
the whirligig
 
of lovers
Luke Temple Walsh
Pic Claire Palmer
 
 

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