Still Dreaming (To The Jack Vetriano Painting) - Poem by Jackson Worth
Left him this morning - still sleeping,
Left my scent on his pillow for safe keeping
Made coffee his way, heat beaming
But left it still steaming
Gold mud sludging up gapped feet
Rolling against waves of washed up concrete
Buckets of smoldering runaway sands
Swilling my tears in an ocean sill streaming
Soothing waves still lapping
Still splashing my blue coat nice feeling
Still thinking that he's in a half empty bed
I could have drowned with him than be here on my own instead!
Heart straining sand squelching
Last nights memories of jazz and wine red
Won't let, can't get that trumpet out of my head
Last thing; I remember grabbing my big black bag before I fled!
If I walk now there'll be no more too-ing and fro-ing
He said 'We are two seeds in a garden sky - growing'
'We are two waves going the wrong way and knowing'
'But promise me, when the storm gets rough, you'll keep rowing...'
He likes the way my eyes smile
We make the same shapes in bed
He hears the songs I sing for only him in my head...
Despite all this, I could not stay
The thing is; If my heart gets full my head looses it's way
So when the tide sets in and the waves are still breathing
Ill be there too - Still Dreaming
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