Greg

His feet are clad in the very foundation of his dancing,
arched perfectly; a target on the map of our dreams.
He raises the chimney brush in his own piano keys
like a trophy, his head held high. Mastered confidence.


Modelling our desire his eyes glitter as the shadows rush.
Poised, his sharp features etched across his face break
as he returns the smile to me across the dark sheeted stage.
He hushes his heartbeat and his spirit drums with his zest.


I am buzzing in the wings of a wishful wasp, waiting.
From the heavens blue and red lights occupy the dark,
filtering our country where he stands, running for prime
and running from time, months later I am homesick.


I never knew him; I couldn’t catch up to his fire,
My inner demons leashed me to the shy character.
I chased him until I reached my own Rented space.
He was my star long ago, and now he is surely shooting.


Who had ever made the error to try and torment his talent?
His shoulders are broad enough to carry my hope.
Dance away Greggo, goodbye and good luck.
I was always upstage alongside my fear, wishing.


The curtains open.






What do you all think? I'd love to know! :) I'm personaly pretty proud of it, although it probably won't make much sense to the rest of you lol I wrote it a long time ago now and I wrote it after a clear memory that I just couldn't get out of my head! So I wrote bout it :P As you do haha.

Thanks for reading!

Wow, it's beautiful, I love it :D