Tag Archives: Moon

Sun Spots

like doves in the wind
we sit and stare
at you in your red dress
they were there
at the start of it all
in the morning dramas
bored with barbers and all the lights
all the fathers that failed their wives
men that were and girls that gain
all the wonder in the rain
all the words
birds, that flock together
no more white for the feathers
just life without leisure
a place of no pleasure or purpose
droning day in
a day out makes me nervous
and the souls that know nothing
they moan
we could say something
or groan
no more hatred for the hare
late again dear Fred
i stare, at all the sights
the darkness grows in the absence
of rights
injustice in everything
but they’d rather fly kites
fly fish and fight
themselves in the night, in the parks
in the waxing and waning
moon lark
moon day
Amun-Ra will have his way
and we’ll know the answers at the end
the cycle that plays
is no more surprising than a friend

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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
unsurprising
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
bleeding
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

Asylum

we left the homestead in a hurry
the barn was on fire and the gods were at the gate
there was no place for us to go
no hats where we could place our hangers, our heads
all was lost in the blaze
all but our hearts and the rusty cages we kept them in
we fled the valley and ran into another
only to find a loveless gorge of empty eggshells
empty nests and broken bed wells

-footsteps-

we lingered in a moonlit yard
the air was calm, inviting
no shadows kept the place, no darkness plagued the stone
our youngest shrieked “Exciting!”
alarmed at her outburst, and at the sight of her soul
she ran into a half burned hovel
crackling and whispering of old misfortunes
we hurried after her, but she was lost
her mind was an anvil, in an ocean time forgot

-keys turn-

we wept and called to her
to the gods that we’d forgotten
we cried to our long lost loved ones

-all quiet in the hall-
-no time for tales of horror-

sleep now young child
be still
I’ll have more fear for you tomorrow