Aurtistic.

Not lost.

"Mickey Mouse resting in Denim Pocket with Beard."

Nostalgia...

Much.

Draught.

Path

The night is quiet and the fires are silent,
A wind blows away the itinerant storm.
Directionless once, but now I can orient

My mind against what’s waning, absent;
I can give each feeling the subtlest form.
The night is quiet and the fires are silent,

My feet are slow, but the earth is patient,
I follow the heart like a compass worm.
Directionless once, but now I can orient

Out from my thought's divided quotient,
The depleted house, the blossoming home.
The night is quiet, and the fires are silent,

And I know all earthly life is transient,
But wherever I tread, I’ll never do harm.
Directionless once, but now I can orient

My steps towards what’s latent, salient -
Though night is still, and the stars undrawn.
Directionless once, but now I can orient
A path towards an earthless gradient.


                                   - Judith Beveridge

The Dreams.

The Early Morning Visits.

You come up in my dreams

Every now and again,

And you're different to how I remember you.

In fact, 

It isn't you.

Why is this other person visiting me?

They're everything I want you to be 

And at the same time, 

They're everything else.

The dreams are comforting 

In an uncomforting way,

And I expect you will keep coming up in them,

Every now and again.

I'm not sure what I want to say.

I wish I could ask you.

ONE dance only.

Some mornings I think I'm seeing things...

Most afternoons too...

'Memories'

'Carolyn'

She felt...

Out of sorts

In an unspecifically specific way.

Dear Lul.

A warm place.

It was very early...

To be walking around

On a Monday morning

Looking for a reason.

Teal blue.

All By Yourself In The Moonlight.

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