Unveiled

I will not be burned by this fire -
consumed by white carriages,
dazzling dresses and diamonds.

I will not be locked in an attic -
imprisoned by passion,
to live life through another's lies.

One and one are two, not one -
two of a kind, a pair of equals
living free and as they are.

Train Ride on New Year's Eve

In these hours spent
moulded to a worn seat
speeding towards your destination
time stands still.

Sharing dry air
with cold-eyed dreamers,
iPod cyborgs suffused in sound.

The mind inverts to
rolling hills and misty valleys
glowing gold in the sunrise.

Succumbing,
I struggle to grasp your arrival
as it hurtles into reality,
reversing the hourglass.