If I Need To Find You (for anybody who has lost somebody)

You are blossom on the trees 
You are grass stains on my knees 
You are daffodils in the spring
You are birds when they sing 
You are coffee in the morning 
You are kittens when they're yawning
You are raindrops when they fall
You are evenings when they cool 
You are blankets on a Sunday
You are tired eyes on a Monday
You are leaves turning red 
You are songs stuck in my head
You are lovers on a busy train
You are storm clouds when it starts to rain
You are perfume floating through the air
You are leather on an old lounge chair
You are stars when they fall through the sky
You are sleepless nights in July 
You are fresh air on winter days 
You are champagne when glasses raise 
You are family when they are near 
You are here, you are here
You are here, you are here 

On Finding Peace

I looked out of the window
And I yearned to go outside
To walk amongst the naked trees
And see what I could find 

My hair was plaited down my back
There was a hat atop my head
Winter had come and taken her
From Summer's soft, warm bed

The mud swallowed my shoes
Like a sunset steals the light
But despite its sticky clutches
I was still filled with delight

My camera captured little 
Of what my tired eyes saw 
But that didn't stop me feeling
The way I'd felt before 

With night arriving swiftly 
I wished that I could stay
And in that moment I realised
Everything would be okay 

Looking For Rainbows

I know it's hard to fathom
How things could ever change
When everything inside your head
Tends to feel so strange

Try your best to vocalise 
The aching in your heart
Find a smiling face to listen
To help the healing start

Then take the time to notice
That with every passing day 
The block of ice you're trapped inside
Will start to melt away

The first step is the hardest
And the process might be slow
Just remember that after the toughest storm
You'll watch the rainbow glow 

San Francisco 

In my head it's San Francisco 
Where lovers were first allowed 
To LOVE
Where the bitter wind 
Sweeps in from the Pacific 
Reminding them of the bitter men
Who once lived on the small island 
Not free, like the lovers
The hippies
The dreamers
The vets I walked past at 14
Avoiding eye contact with their 
Missing Limbs 
When really I was just 
Missing knowledge
Of who they were, of how they suffered
The steep roads
Which once burned my legs
But now burn a picture in my mind
I was too young
Too concerned with how cold I was 
Where we would stop for 
Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner
To see how she bled
Of lovers, of dreamers, of sufferers 
Of music 
And psychedelics
That covered the buildings, the sidewalk
Belting from their hearts
Like a song that everyone knows 
But nobody remembers the words to
At Pier 39 the seals discuss all
That they have seen before 
While I sit here hoping for a
Second chance
Because in my head, now
More than it was back then
It's San Francisco