Monthly Archives: January 2003

Prelude

As I stand on a lofty hill
Look­ing to the night sky
Leagues away from the dig­i­tal flame
Of civilization’s call
Stars above and earth below,
Frost­ed trees all around
You will be in my heart,
My mind,
My joy,
And my respect.

Touched

The warmest kiss
A gift of bliss
Burn­ing away the scars
A blessed key
A dream of thee
An echo of your eyes

Interloper

Dis­em­bod­ied, lost and lone­ly
Drift­ing soft­ly among the mist
Liv­ing again your final moments
When death your sweet lips had kissed

You slipped away through shad­ows fair
And in the taint­ed respite, laid bare
To walk through the ether not know­ing why
To relive your hor­ror as the ages pass by

When you crossed that gos­samer shroud
Did you see the old gatekeeper’s eyes,
Cau­ter­ized by age, see­ing through time?
Solemn shade is he, not here nor there
Writ­ing your name in stone as you left it behind.

How you crum­bled in that tri­al by fire,
To swim over the sea of despair
Dredge through musty cham­bers
And drown in warm star­lit tides

Fad­ing away from embers
Sparks are born and die
Ash­es wash up on a dis­tant shore
Have you ever won­dered why?

Whence fled those emo­tions, love
That graced a coun­te­nance fair
Brought light to dimmest shad­ows
And hope to a mind in despair?

Tis gone! you speak now in hol­low tones
As cold winds assail me and rat­tle my bones.

One time your eyes I glimpsed at last
For­ev­er haunt­ed by the empti­ness they cast
In naught but long­ing for answers and life
So my hopes crum­bled before your strife

It was for­ev­er and a day since then
But here we both final­ly stand
On ashen shores of a twi­light world
Lost and lone­ly, hand in hand.

Epiphany

There once was cruelty’s relent­less fire­brand
Pur­su­ing you through those sad­den­ing years
As you did cross with time that ocean of fears
Fright­ened, sub­merged, search­ing for land

Tran­si­tion and knowl­edge, wis­dom from pain
You’ve sur­vived and risen to the sur­face again

To look on you now, so lus­cious and bright
Pleas­ant and warm with intel­lect sub­lime
Pris­tine and gor­geous, untouched by time
Swirling and laugh­ing, danc­ing in light

This is the moment that for so long I yearned
Shim­mer­ing flu­id joy, sweet truths learned

Walk­ing the elec­tron cat­a­comb, we’ve real­ized love
Strong­hold of con­fes­sion and pas­sion, behold
A land where noth­ing grows for­got­ten or old
Words on white screens bright­en dark skies above

Down a rab­bit hole I tum­bled, to old Won­der­land
Where the Cheshire cat extend­ed her hand

What once was but dream is now that dream come true
I am lost in your eyes, their soft steel blue
Our meet­ing no coin­ci­dence, this pas­sion no lie
Sil­ver wings to the free! From now on, we fly …

Unspoken, Unknown

Gaz­ing upon the poi­soned past,
To see the source of so many trou­bles
Look­ing out to the desires of old
Who but for truth would have been for­ev­er

I wished for eter­ni­ty for just so long
A want of com­mit­ment, born out of fear
Each love was a bird alight with feath­ers of dust
But each fell too soon, long in its dying song

In time I saw Love was not the ene­my at the gate
In time the truth came out, earned by time and pain
Of loss and mis­placed faith, of love wrought to die

As the sun tread sheared trails of red in evening air
I saw with­in me the trap of vic­ar­i­ous con­fi­dence –
The ene­my unspo­ken, its face ’til now unknown.

Never Forever

Scat­ter these ash­es in the moon­light
Cold cin­ders float amongst the waves
With­in sight of ship, land, and water­fall
The mon­u­ment of gran­ite stands on an island small
Soli­tary reminder, a half-cable from shore.

Let me come with you on your mid­night voy­age
Look to your aged sails, and then unto the stars
If you lis­ten close­ly now, you may even hear
The songs in the wind, so sweet and des­o­late

… Laments of the lover for those lost and found
… Bal­lads of nights when warm spir­its abound
… Shanties for gold-laden ships run aground

In the sap­phire par­adise of this cold autumn night
Falling asleep on sandy shores, bathed in dying fire­light

You have final­ly found solace and hope

Even’star

There once was a man of wit and armour bright,
Who always swore to love and pro­tect the light.
He boast­ed hon­esty and strength to give,
Promised delight wher­ev­er he did live.

After much time, the most bril­liant star he found,
Gor­geous blue and sil­ver, yet he want­ed her bound.
So he took her deep to an under­ground cave,
In a prison of teth­ers, and made her the slave.

Alas and alack, his truths unspun as lies,
Such is the way in which feigned hon­our dies!
His love bore jeal­ousy, his warm smiles hid ice,
As he let rust the armour and lashed out thrice.

But the star, glow­ing of hope, would not be held down.
One moon­lit night she escaped in a long onyx gown,
And when next eve came, the man checked her prison,
But lo and behold, a new star had risen.

There­after he was enshrined in orbs of shame.
For upon real­iz­ing the antics of the deceit­ful game,
That his armour was ruined and his charm in decay,
The man fell before the gods in fear, to pray.

But old Cronus was nev­er one to dab­ble in fate,
He keeps per­fect time in nei­ther love nor hate.
And Hecate’s wis­dom had been fool­ish­ly burned,
For the man eas­i­ly for­gets what he had learned.

History’s les­son for lessons is thus­ly known:
Some lessons we can only learn on our own,
Some prob­lems are bet­ter solved on our own.
There are no mag­ic elixirs nor heal­ing wand,
Only time, strong will, and a reflect­ing pond.

When the Sparks Die

What shall hap­pen when the sparks die, love,
And our tears stand only for sweet mem­o­ries?

What shall hap­pen when the birds are silenced, love,
And no more ring the notes of nature’s sweet­est song?

What shall hap­pen when they cry for us, love,
And the liv­ing her­ald our end in for­lorn throng?

What shall hap­pen when the skies mourn us, love,
And the rains of remem­brance have start­ed to freeze?

Is this the end, or the begin­ning again?
A quaint adven­ture in a soft star­lit land,
Refresh­ing and peace­ful through mead­ow and fen,
So weep no more, love, and take my hand.

Fireworks

The faster comes the explo­sion
The bold­er shall be the lie
The fur­ther go fool­ish notions
The soon­er shall love die