The smell of fresh rain,
perfumes the evening breeze outside;
a soft scent carried along by the clouds.
The coloured blush of flowers still
open to the gentle beat of raindrops.
Come with me and be still;
be calm and languid, supple and
warmed by the glow of company.
Let me strip you of your wet clothes.
I can see the light has waned.
Embrace me before you crumble;
a reflex to stop you hurtling down
to your knees.
I can feel you, a cold lake inside;
You say you are tired.
So tired of seeing me morph,
into your soldier.
I take up arms at the first signal.
But I don’t mind being in uniform;
at the first sign of your need.
Because I do love you,
in all your shapes and transfigurations.
In all your depths and dark pockets,
lighter days and mysterious vanishes.
I know this is true, I do love you.
You say you are a burden.
A burden you are not responsible for
manifesting on rainy mornings and
You are unpredictable; as gentle and ferocious
But I don’t mind.
I tackle the excitement, mount the climbs;
I love knowing you can awaken from your
stupor, can ensure you always return to where
you deserve to be.
Bathed in light, laughter;
capable of all the things the true
monsters roaming this life can be, do, feel.
If those devils are entitled, I can make sure
you are too.
I wage war on your enemy; that nasty essence
defusing it’s toxicity.
It may take more of me than I have ever
more energy and strength,
more resilience to push through dark shadows,
fighting through imprisoned demons,
pulling away from sharp nails and dirtied hands.
But you don’t deserve those shackles.
Not everybody can do this;
can constantly seek new ways of breaking chains.
But don’t go to sleep believing I can’t.
I already have broken them,
many times over.
Or you simply wouldn’t exist today, at my feet.
And neither would I exist to fight for you, as I do.