Lost

I once knew an incredible lady
who was graceful and fair
And to me she took a fancy
and all her riches shared

She listened to my every call
She bought me gifts so fine
She showered shreds of brilliant flair
of many forms and kind

And when she spoke her voice was thunder!
For Power was her name
But when she smiled her breath was sugar
That mastered wealth and fame

As we flirted we skewed the paths
of meaning, true love, sworn
outspoke the word of rule and law
reigned with might and scorn

And all those times I worshiped her
kept her pleased and sated
Until the day I did the error
of taking her for granted

Now she turns her back on me
and heeds no cry nor tears
sheet by sheet my grief and pleas
they fall upon deaf ears

Oh were that I had treasured her more
Is all now in vain?
Oh what would not this poor soul give
To ride her whims again?

Not quite here, not quite.. there

Like a puddle.

Shaded,
So marring the reflection
Of what lies without.
Muddy,
So veiling the clarity
Of what lies within.

Always aspiring,
But dwindling by the minute
in the unforgiving sunlight.






... I wish I could write better.

Not memory, Remembrance.

I walk along the darkened path
The shadow of hills they haunt me
But as always in these tormented times
I look up, love, and find thee

Yea though I ask that these trials be swift
And you always nod, and call my fears cease
Today I ask of you, love, your wisdom
To fathom this soul's incurable disease

And as all of humanity, I ask why?
(For "why" is proof of our enlightenment and our inadequacy)
Why is it, that I remembereth not
Before, when yet I dwelt amidst greenery

Why is it that only now I see
That before, I trod unfeelingly on my days
That absently I wandered the fields of sunshine
And never thought to taste the rays?

Yea though I ask that these trials be swift
And as always you nod, and call my fears cease
Today I ask, love, another gift
Of constant gratitude, through the times of peace.

A strange night

A night stricken with misfortune, yet a night of events made possible by that misfortune. A night spent with an old, old friend, long neglected and almost forgotten. A paradoxical night, with opportunity and disability superposed. And on this peculiar, almost spiritual night, I picked up my pencil and paper, and in the most primitive way began to write

Slowly, shyly, a step outside
Then bolder, stronger, another stride
Into the night, ablaze, alight
Not with moonglow, but man-made light

Slowly, shyly, a step outside
A foreign step, a forgotten rhyme
Retaken, recited, for today, tonight
There is nothing to do with "much needed" time

Then bolder, stronger, another stride
An unspeakable pull on my uncertain feet
With solitude my companion and friend and guide
So long forgotten, so bittersweet

Into the night, ablaze, alight
With colours of the unbridled mind
Fathomless trails of discontinuous insight
With Michael's flowing chords entwined

Not with moonglow, but man-made light
Not answers to the will or wish
Not miracle nor magic nor divine light
But peace, and prayer, and wistful relish

Slowly, shyly, a step outside
Then bolder, stronger, another stride
Into the night, ablaze, alight
Not moonglow, naye, just man-made light

Procrastination

Every day when I return to my little room, bearing the remnants of the day's load, she awaits me therein.

And when I come to sit on my bed, wishing brief respite from the endless chores, she comes to sit alongside me.

Her touch was the caress of the shifting breeze, and her voice the faint whisper of noctornal song.
Her shimmering hair was the silver rain that bathes me, in ripples of pleasant chill refreshes me,
And her breath was the fragrance of the washed earth.
And her eyes, always the depthless velvet of night, draws mine into its swirling embrace of passion.

Her unfolding hands beckon like a dove, bearing the promise of flight, of limitlessness and infinity.

"Come with me" She says, as always "Release your burden, the weight that leaves you earthbound, and come with me.
"Come dance with me the steps of lightness, of simple, thoughtless uncertainty.
"Come and sing to the rhythm of your desires. Come and lose yourself in the enigmatic grace of the night
"Come with me and take flight, love, unto luna's radiant silver take flight."

So sweet her voice, so tempting her call. So wondrous the fluttering thought of her seduction.

And yet I fight her, though not knowing why. Steel upon steel, my will against her magic.

And this night, it is obvious who claimed the victor.