Sky Whispers

and the Sky said to me:
"Go where you must;
do what you want to do;
wander, get lost,
disappear, then appear,
get battered and bruised,
change your ways
or your form,
like the wayward clouds
who never seem to rest
on their heels
or their hearts,
and yet they do;
and then,
come back to me
if you please -
empty-handed
or full
of yourself or me,
and know
that I will be there
waiting for you -
always, always there."

I'm not a Beggar for Love

I'm not a beggar for love,
but yes, perhaps I was,
looking for a fist of coins
in a purse drawn too taut;
no, I don't need Facebook likes
and smileys that stick out their tongues,
to tell me who I am
or what they thought they found,
I don't need wise owl comments
that drown the silence
behind the cloud,
I don't need favours, shares
or pats on my upright spine,
to make me stand up and count;
I only want to know
where you will be
when I am lost or scared,
and if you will perhaps shed a tear
at my funeral, not to be my au pair;
I don't need you to sell my heart,
or pronounce my gifts to the world,
for I sell my heart to you
each time I write or share,
because I am enough, I'm full.

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