One does love your spirit art 

from afar I aim my dart 

each full moon 

straight at your heart 

coz you're the fire in my veins 

with which I can't depart. 

Oh how you touch my soul 

out in the cold, 

bringing all my blue

open home, golden whole.

The chaos in my art 

never leaves me alone 

I miss being the one 

to turn you on 

sending messages 

in the dark 

absent and apart. 

I lost my way, I have my stain, 

humanity remains. 

your spirit light 

pure blue gold

wanderer of the deep 

such a glow, such a heat, 

the blue of my dream 

as the ocean leans obscene

a half star flickers 

a path interconnects the dark 

of the forest now not far 

calls out in my sleep 

calls out my life but a dream 

calls me out to sea

so I tie a rope to the lighthouse

and throw myself in at the deep 

my choking heart 

naked at the sirens feet 

and I let her pick apart 

all the pieces of me 

though my ruin, I know 

it'll eternally be.

 

©JM.Cole