Atsuya Harukawa
By
Paul Tristram
A Classic Love & The Gale-Driven Windmills Of The Heart
She’s on fire, again!
Amber lighting up her eyes
like hungry wolves out hunting.
Smiling has never been so easy,
natural or dizzying.
There’s a ‘Whoosh’
to every train of thought.
Hiccups and Stuttering
to her normally delicate speech.
An intoxicating invasion
is happening somewhere deep inside…
and it’s shudderingly conquering.
The smell of tulips
is absolutely everywhere,
it must be her dead Grandmother
passing on happy blessings.
She’s kissing teacups bold
without even meaning to
and no longer
counting single magpies only.
Dresses instead of trousers,
brave enough for hats,
emerald crushed velvet
and black-less colours.
Life’s safety bar
is still slightly in reach…
but no longer white-knuckled
and held by panicked breathing.
Shaping Up Nicely
When that magnificent Sun
suddenly and unexpectedly
pops out again
from behind
those thunderous clouds
you thought were never ending.
The corners of life’s
jigsaw puzzle appear
as if from nowhere.
And the other pieces
start falling into place
as quickly as those dominos
which ‘Tower Carded’
at the beginning
of that dark cycle.
You look quickly behind yourself
with a ‘What’s That?’ glance
to see that the spring in your step
is back home where it belongs.
The Crossroads you sat at
for so very long
confused and scratching your head
has merged to become
one long, even, true road.
That smile of yours is catchy,
the ‘Once-Weight’
is now feather light,
easily removable
and Forward
is the only sensible way to go.
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