SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE

Somewhere in London, she stands there in white,
Dark eyes reflecting these black clouds above,
She gathers her might and studies her plight,
While the rain falls on twenty white doves.

White lies befallen and now she’s crestfallen,
O’er a love that was never to be,
Stiff arms, white knuckles, a face of pale skin,
Conjure thousands of reasons to flee,

To white sands and freedom; fresh air to breathe,
Coconut drinks and a reason to thrive,
A place to forget this white bridal wreath,
Sunglasses, a book, and a life to revive.

Where she’ll crack a slight smile and flip back her hair, 
Reminding herself: white knights… they are rare.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie

Red embers of mine heart doth burn for thee,
‘Neath this eternal flame what warms my soul,
When rose blooms in thy cheek ye cry for me,
As once two halves of love become a whole,

Sangria locks, they frame thy ‘proving eyes,
Two gems amid that gentle field of milk,
When ruby mouth doth issue blissful sighs,
They hold my lips like cushions made of silk,

Red blood, it pumps for thee, ye cannot know,
The silent power held by you of me,
My lasting wish: my life I could bestow,
Delivered with these tears and bended knee,

Alas, it cannot be, my fond delight,
I’m sailing after sunset, lost in night.

​- Scott Alexander McKenzie

As a wildflower, ye come to me,
When months of Winter’s discontent are drown,
By these long weeks of tears I shed for thee,
And hope is all but lost to earth unsound,

What’s this that lifts my darkened eyes to see?
Thy golden face aglow in midday sun,
With open arms, collecting my debris,
You carry me to Love whence we’d begun,

Thy wan-der-ing and inconsistent ways,
Release them, I beseech, and stay with me,
My love, be sure: that cure for this malaise,
For in my dreams, ye pledge to always be.

Alas, thy bless-ed warmth what graced my bed,
Oh woe… despite my endless love… has fled.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie

Imagine: hope encased within thy frame,
So full, you thought you’d never hold it in,
A love, the kind that sets thy heart aflame,
And settles all torment once held within,

Imagine: peace delivered on a plate,
Serenity of heart that’s served to eat,
An herb that cools thy temper… to sedate,
Could anything so simple be so sweet?

Now picture Yahweh beaming from a face, 
That unrestricted love of God Almight,
The root of all discord it doth displace,
While angels on thy soul they might alight,

You know now of this love that reaches me,
My wish is that it too shall be with thee.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie

Blue is this ardent ocean pounding sand, 
Polychrome sprays of my atomic love,
For you, so bright, illuming blue skies grand, 
With hope to call a blessing from above,

Blue is the sapphire sparkle of thine eyes,
Whose passion seeks the willing core of mine,
Amid the sound of these romantic cries,
To find the love we like to call, "divine,"

But blue that paints this battered, sorry, soul,
What can’t let go of thee who stole my heart,
Who sailed through this but useless young atoll,
And cut through deep blue sea to make a part,

That blue… laments the very day we met,
And begs blue night on which he will forget.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie