We are but the darkest glass,
prisms turning, starkest shine,
and here in glass we reside.
We taste the bitter-sweetest salt
of the surging rush of sea below
and cloak ourselves in the cyan eyes
of the stillest tranquil sky above,
view laughing dolphins arching loops
over these aching oceans deep
with scarlet love, and we ourselves
are but glass, cut-outs spilling ideas,
a realm of secret colour undefined,
steadfast, yet ever breakable,
our fragility misting our acumen.
Stones could shatter us,
and yet we dwell beside them,
knowing how brittle are our bones.
The collector gathers memories,
new and old, spectres breathing in grey,
mirrors of all the things we have lived,
all the facets that make us human,
our passions, our guileless empathy,
all so steeped in hue, in so fragile words,
and yet we can never be forsaken
to one another. For we are, in our minds,
as we are, purest glass.
Hi, I live in London, UK, and I have self-published 17 books. I love reading, writing, films, the sea, art and animals. I have published a six-book series about a magical cat called Kiwi, a zombie series, an undersea fantasy, a comedy with a dog as the hero, a funny detective series and five books of poetry. Kiwi and the Serpent of the Isle was a finalist in the Children's Books section of the National Indie Excellence Book Awards 2013. I Dream of Zombies was a finalist in the Horror section of the same competition in 2014.