As I sit by my window

I wonder if life knows of itself
If its able to scream with joy or sing in love.
I wonder if children know of the pain
Of growing old and seeing death smile.

I look around my home and see the stories of the past
The tales of the fights, the glory of the hugs
The tickles, the dreams, the shadows, the lies
& all those corners of secret veiled winks & nods.

I jest now. I’m pondering too much.
I sat here reflecting before I run naked into the garden of life.
& it scares me, there’s much to be suffered.
The thoughts & deeds of those who hate & bleed.

I wonder if life sits in the flowers, the red & the yellow
The bluebells, the snowdrops, the pansies, the clover
I wonder if the forest of life would welcome a new child still
Innocent as the day I was born ten thousand years ago.

& still. Still I dream.
Of holding her, goddess of smiles,
Just sitting there, basking in the sunlight
Admiring the beauty of a face so fine.

Maybe I’m in love, but just with the dream.
Maybe I’m fed up of the fallacy of truth.
Maybe I want to kiss and caress the cheek of youth
But I know the pain & truth of chasing hope.

I wonder if life will love itself one day
Make love to each human, each creature in the sea
Give a chance of success to the hearts of each being
& set nature back on it’s course of true wonder.

~ just waking up & looking out over life
© ed Simkins

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Away From War

I cuddle close & soft light smiles.

An end to war & violent fights.

Talk exists but weary minds,

Each is silent, fast asleep.

They hold their arms, entwined in rest.

As closing punches end the day.

The tanks & knives & punches thrown.

Are grief, relief & wishful bleeding.

Thoughts of naked girl that drives you mad,

Repeat apologies, for mind still plagued.

Returning home through wars across the global page,

I wish I’d find her pleasant form all wrapped in love & mine upstairs.

I’d slumber walk & lie beside,

I’d taste her breathe, perfume inhale.

Her eyes would glisten, her body heat,

Fingers flow through silken hair,

Her youthful skin would make me smile

Her tender touch, her cherished crown

I’d kiss that girl who hides from wars

Who sends me smiles instead of death,

As bullets pass & evil calls,

I lie close & naked within her grasp.

In mind I’m safe & baby warm,

Her sleeping picture, tonight’s protection.

A final breath & a sensual kiss,

With Man & Girl in peaceful rest.

~ I wish she were beside me. I would just hold her close.

© Ed Simkins