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to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

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cosmic vibrations

luminescent revelation

to be heard

across the void of uncharted space

how profound and inescapable

how frightening

and wondrous

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to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

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blueprint

the sea is endless beyond our dreaming.

on my forehead, on my palms, lines of destiny pulsate fluid as waves. signals call and trace your undulation.

you slip, iridescent nebulous, through seascape. a soft grey-green shadow.

a tiny blip on the map I keep hidden in my heart.

i know how to find you.

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the dark is patient beneath your searching.

in my throat, in my ribs, currents of the drift settle heavy as salt. echoes catch and hold your frequency.

i bloom, phosphorescent silver-spun, through the deep. a low obsidian hum.

the steady spark on the compass you keep in your palm.

i am waiting to be found.

blueprint

the sea is endless beyond our dreaming.

on my forehead, on my palms, lines of destiny pulsate fluid as waves. signals call and trace your undulation.

you slip, iridescent nebulous, through seascape. a soft grey-green shadow.

a tiny blip on the map I keep hidden in my heart.

i know how to find you.

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Driftwood

You are clear wind, playing into the shadows. From the open into the rushes. Here evenings feed you on moon's gentle light. Here daytime sun shimmers upon your body, a golden token. You shouldn't be here in this world, but I have tugged and brought you with me. Opened you up into old wounds that ooze Marri's red kino. Into thick tufts of banksia flowers that blossom painted wood-like petals into organised architecture of immense perfection.

How upon your journey beyond death, from redwood to here, you've lost familiarity. You've become a figment that grows roots deep like eucalyptus. And flakes bark after bark into sheeted paperbark lacework. And stands bent at the knees in sweet lake water lapping at language, speaking to me in tongues.

I have learnt with you how love loses shape after loss, becomes air, becomes an image that haunts in tender vivid ways.

You, driftwood grief, and I, slowly drifting towards you. © SoulReserve 2026

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Driftwood

You are clear wind, playing into the shadows. From the open into the rushes. Here evenings feed you on moon's gentle light. Here daytime sun shimmers upon your body, a golden token. You shouldn't be here in this world, but I have tugged and brought you with me. Opened you up into old wounds that ooze Marri's red kino. Into thick tufts of banksia flowers that blossom painted wood-like petals into organised architecture of immense perfection.

How upon your journey beyond death, from redwood to here, you've lost familiarity. You've become a figment that grows roots deep like eucalyptus. And flakes bark after bark into sheeted paperbark lacework. And stands bent at the knees in sweet lake water lapping at language, speaking to me in tongues.

I have learnt with you how love loses shape after loss, becomes air, becomes an image that haunts in tender vivid ways.

You, driftwood grief, and I, slowly drifting towards you. © SoulReserve 2026

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Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

Perfume

You become a sound that slowly leaches from my body into air with the softness of breath, a quiet keening, an undertone of heartache I've always felt.

You release from wrinkles, from birthmarks I have known and carried. From freckles that darken in the sun.

You unsettle from the folds of my clothes my hair my eyes like a memory—washed dried and fading fluttering outside on clothes lines.

You aren't gone although you are dissipating leaving in more ways than one. The perfume of you is still damp on poems I write with tears.

by the lakeside

the season is pregnant with turtles leaving the lake to nest, heavybodied, with red-blue-iridescent dragonflies flitting across the surface in search of something, with wildflowers unfolding, fanning out from puckered buds into terse displays.

love is perched where thoughts of you linger. scattered like cast runes. among the fronds, with sunk, glistening pebbles. along the sun-fed veins of flowing water.

like crinkled paper-glass inside pockets of moss that cling to the earth.

like congealed nectar of floating algal blooms that are beginning to flourish.

like the slowly rising timbre of frog-song that reaches a crescendo and dissolves into nothingness at the slightest tug.

You come to me soft as a cloud and I shape you into dreams that I want to see.

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unfolding memory

the memory of you is still carried in the folds of my heart, in the unseen shadows that hold grey-black shape inside unlit spaces.

you are soft now, blended with all things I love and cannot keep.

like a face in the clouds looking in from the window open to the sky.

like the scent of a favourite flower that reminds me you'll always be here and there within clasping seams to be uncovered and found.

to be untangled from the smallest runaway thought of you.

to be loved forever in the pauses between breath and life unfolding.

Splice

I find hollow screams of the sea caught inside their shells, the sandy shore awakened, pale and white to the dying, fighting light of the twilight sun that sinks, splits the world into two tearing circles. stars that prick pins and needles into my skin. and, time that slinks into unending grief, that comes wave after trembling wave. that never lets me forget, a piece is missing from inside me since you left.

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the way tears fall

two halves of the milky moon on my lips, the sky draped dense around your answer. the stars break over the melting horizon, breathless and quivering, waiting for dreams to begin.

But we cascade from river to river of spells twisting over forgotten memories. Where we once were, now, we are only figments, the echoes of ancient promises coupled and falling from the sky into shapeless tears in our eyes.

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the way tears fall

two halves of the milky moon on my lips, the sky draped dense around your answer. the stars break over the melting horizon, breathless and quivering, waiting for dreams to begin.

But we cascade from river to river of spells twisting over forgotten memories. Where we once were, now, we are only figments, the echoes of ancient promises coupled and falling from the sky into shapeless tears in our eyes.

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sickle moon

The slight sickle moon, slices through the sky with its icy stare of silver daggers.

I pull back, withdrawing from its cool evening gaze that draws a thousand paper cuts on my bruised heart.

Even poetry falters under the brisk spell that tears the sky open to a piercing memory of you.

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