Where Dragons met by Adam Parry

The dragons met in a collision of star cradles,
sprinkled silver cold beyond the Moon.
Male and Female energies entwine, arise,
enmeshed in the shower of their hair,
something pulling he and she apart,
melting the bonds of the time of the
Immaterial girl away from me.
She sows together the edges of Time,
embroidering patterns
that we never once expected.

Saturday afternoon bu Adam Parry

The bus veers through along
the familiar route,
heading me to a new place,
that
seemed unreachable before sleep.
I'd left everything behind
all my misplaced steps
were waiting to take me to this place.
I'd always be on time for you
and never leaving wondering
if I'd forgotten you- no, not for the length of the
pause in the music. I shared alone with you. That silence of friends
I didn't want to break.
And the wind blew through
the trees as I veered away.
Still running for the next bus that
would take me back to you.
Knowing one more time my face would
veer into your view.

Please...by Adam parry

Excuse me? Can I borrow a dream?
I've been sitting so long
that I forgotten how to sleep.

Excuse me? can I borrow a bed?
for my heads too big
for the one that I'm in.

Excuse me? Yes this is one will do
and thanks for the dream.
I'l lend you one too.

Beildside 11.52 am by Adam Parry

There were waves of wind over
 the field of half grown corn or
 a white surf
over the sea of green, they slowly went their way
like will o wisps and the sound of a shh
that flew diagonally toward the precious road.

From where I sat I saw a green sea
bordered by the beaches of the hedgerow.
I saw a delicate wing shaped snow  above the emerald waters, sunlit,
where the fishes had their fun. The snow cloud flowed and flew
to the next field and the next until the sea drained into my veins.

LOST by Adam Parry

Where have all my stories gone?
Where has all the magic gone?
All the stories in my head hide
where the magic hides.
My pills are just not working
so I need are my tales and alchemy
I need to let all the dreams reside there to
where maybe soon I'll love again
where maybe I can sing again
where maybe I can love again
with the wand of my pen.

Little pieces 2: WALLS by Adam Parry

There are walls going up all around town
and there's places and people I cannot find

The walls though were always there,
but I just found away around.

Little pieces by Adam Parry

pure heart of many
petty hurts
heal me here
for I am broken
and I am afraid.
Stop crying
pure heart of many
petty hurts
I am here
and I am not broken.