Captive

To reach out and hold Time.

Let the sun forever lie in the embrace of the low branches,

Impaled-

Like a hapless babe on an enemy spear.

To reach out and catch Time.

Let the moon stay half-shrouded behind the pale clouds

Erased

Like a shadow shattering against darkness.

To reach out and this once, bind Time.

Hang the bright stars over my bed,

Let them chime in the captured winds.

Freeze all waters to unmelting ice

And bottle all heat in a candle’s flame.

And then to perch on the table’s edge

And watch the sand trickle down the hour-glass.

Rain

Memories of another rain,

Like the lightning that flashes.

Storm clouds and a warmth beside.

A warmth beside, drenched in the rain

Now holds me, now brushes my hair

The wind rustles the leaves on a tree.

Lightnings flash, faces pass

The city trains move for ever on.

A new city, tonight, a new people

But the rain remains, and the faces

The city train moves for ever on

And beside me vagrant drops,

Stormy clouds and washed out eyes.

What matters now?
That my love was true, untarnished
For you have gone, walked away
And now the mist holds me in his arms.
Cold warmth, yet something still
To lean on, hold fast and cry my fill.

What matters now?
You have run,
From cold tears and warm smiles.
Forgotten
Bitter kisses, sweet fights.

What matters now?
That I remain alone.
And the sharp pictures-
Demonic love and angelic lust.
How your hand sought mine in the darkness.
How your lips breathed against mine
Softly, then like a tempest unleashed
Closer, closer still.
Until it felt an eternity
To be in your arms.

And now the mist holds me
In his cold arms.

UNTITLED

Listless Waiting... for black or white?

The vibrant crowd or the roaring silence?

On greys I feed, amidst the black and white.

The reds and yellows, blues and greens

The brightness of light, marching across my eyes

But I search for the grey, the dim twilight.

Search? I don’t know that word.

I walk – across the fields, beneath the trees

I see.

See? I don’t know that word.

I walk – beside the streams, the hulking rocks

Walk? Not me, I move...

Move? Wait? I know not.

Come Sit by Me

Come sit by me when I watch the stars.

The moon may burn its way across the skies,

The cold winds shake the leaves

Sift through my loosened hair,

Your kiss may warm more than the cackling fire,

But come; sit by me when I watch the stars.

The softly falling rains, how they hold me close;

The same way you do. And to make me smile,

How you whisper into my hair.

But tonight the light falls on an empty space beside me,

And the sky is free of clouds.

The stars wink at the dying fire.

Tonight the moonlight falls on an empty space,

There is no one to hold me close,

No warm breath to heat the cold sobs in my heart.

Tonight I wish you were here with me,

To watch the stars wink at the dying fire.