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Autumn Fire

In the stillness of an autumn sunset
I find your face to be most mesmerizing
the colours mar your beauty as it comes into the light
and there are remnants of scars, from the past you’ve left behind
eyes of dark dreaming and amber skies
the type that appears in empty corridors, and sombre alleyways
I am frozen in doubt
still you mock me with your voice
moonlight beaming, red and white flakes in the evening
why do I wait
when I know that you are sleeping
like the colourless hand that wipes your tears
I find myself in agony
and all this occurs in the heartbeat of an instant
while the time we had falls down, dying
in the quiet of your jaded heart, I find the fires of the sun
reborn from ashes of another
and then again, another one
time passes as my heart begins to wither
your memories are there
but the world remains bitter
the thought of loss and the ending of all
the drive we took, the wind in the trees
your laughter, my surprise, when you stumbled
and fell
all those moonlit walks we never had
and your smile, the result of a joke I’d never tell
seasons change but the heart does not
colours fade
but the strings still knot
as autumn falls to woodland grace
and your silhouette becomes my mirror
the writing speaks of all the times
not of love, not of lust, not of magic beans
or dinner
but of truth in life
and of the things we shan’t forget
that beauty stays
and these summer nights will last forever
so promise me one little thing
a little favour to repay
say you’ll smile for a timeless sunset
on that fateful day
when I find your favourite song
and decide to walk your way


To Know Beauty

close your eyes, and keep them so
she says as she exits the room
i hear the door make a sound i have never heard before
it closes, and a brisk wind dances with the leaves outside
i wait for a few seconds
then minutes
then hours
time crawls through me like a dagger
she is only in the next room
but i know that she is worlds away
my heart slows as i think of her smile
the room draws in and i feel alone for the first time
but the truth cannot be clearer
i have visions of a world without reason
without poise
and then i hear something fall
she laughs as she moves about in the next room
and then there is nothing
no noise
my thoughts grow wings once more
there are children playing outside
three of them i think, with a ball and stick
they laugh as if the world means nothing to them
still, there is no noise
i’ve heard nothing for a few minutes
are you ok in there, i ask as the walls grow silent
an early birthday gift, perhaps
or did her laughter leap towards the bedroom trance
i’m coming to check on you, eyes closed, i promise
the children disappear as my thoughts become focus
then wonder
a smile spreads across my mind
then wonder
chaos floods as i exit the room, but this is me
i call again
i imagine laughter, but there is none
there are boxes, old picture albums, some wrapping paper
i smile as i see her feet, perfectly aligned
then legs
then her thighs
a smile turns to questions
to thoughts of yesterday, and the lies of tomorrow
she sits against the wall
still, alone, amidst happy memories and answered riddles
her eyes, still, in their homes
open and alarmed
a soft harp plays in the background
as if we’ve faded to a better time
she is lifeless, but perfect
i see the gift, unexpectedly
and then another, and then another
she is one, the box, another
and then next to her, a stick, with colour
it is tiny and small, but the greatest gift
she is beautiful, even now
we would have been a great team
i would have been a great husband
she would have been a wondrous goddess
i would be a good father
i would have been a great father
time dulls its blade on my forehead
she laughs, and i stare in confusion
oops, sorry, she says
but close your eyes….and keep them so

Empty Inkwell

What writhes in the deep, O sweet beloved
my metronome, and spoken truth
what thoughts cross our paths on a night like this
dementia, and speckled swords of fallen stars
a dark dream follows me, quick to the heart
a hallowed moon, and a haunting memory to pass the time
still words in the dead of night, a still word
four hours until the sun bites the earth i move upon
a dawn of new things
i walk down the street and notice the jars
empty pockets of wealth and remorse
a jar moves into view, then another
in one i find a world unknown, pain
in the other lies the remnants of my youth
red hair appears, running down the brow of the universe
it marks the blood of the ancestor, and the next
the old world and the grateful dead
funny hats and broken bottles
first the house crumbles, then tomorrow
i walk down avenues not meant for my legs
i linger over thoughts of madness
and maddening thought
i walk to the store to buy a few soldiers
death is a luxury, but only when bought