31 January 2014


Splendour, like a spell of morning,
Fresh wakeful breeze upon the air
And clouds that dance as lovers fawning 
While light reflects everywhere.
Poems in the sunlight bold,
Dewy grass and misted breath,
Songs in tiny wings unfold, 
Falling leaves and scattered death. 
Shadows long over in happy eyes,
Memories short-lived in tantalizing sighs
All for the walk of a handsome man
And the splendour of a smile that could rule the skies. 

(August 2013) 

23 January 2014

The Dreamer

Dark mountains form silhouettes

Against a painful sky

As the ground gasps fire and

Sounds fury and rage.

A broken door in the floor of the world

Screams wide open

And the panic in the center of the earth

Breaks free.

Oily haze burns the air

Smoke and grit dam the atmosphere

Like spattered paint.

The howl of the sunrise

Bursts through the mind

And the world turns orange to red.

I stand on a hilltop baring

teeth to the gale

In a wild beastly grimace of joy.

As the sound turns to pain

and the sky bleeds black,

I hold my hands out

to thick dark rain,

Bathed in firelight and

the blood of the sky,

I watch the world born again.

When I wake, the ashes

Still taste on my tongue

And my ears still ring with the screams.

Sweat stings my eyes and

Burns in my hair;

Which am I?

The dreamer or the dream?

(March 2011) 

22 January 2014

For The Heart To Hold To

Pain inside where it isn't felt

Till ice melts and wears away

The walls and fragile memories

Rewriting the past to be okay,

Another dawn, another day....

No longer burning, quiet and tame,

The fervor gone, the silence lame

With words unsaid and feelings remain;

Time passes and jerks you round

Desire now lives underground

Somewhere a flame, somewhere a name,

But so long ago, a word not heard

And a nothing where it stayed.

Broken up from where you were

Ashamed to feel, to have the nerve.

The new begins and dies as fast,

And the heart now aches for what is past.

Dreams flourish and spark anew,

Something for the heart to hold to


(August 2011) 

21 January 2014


Wanderer, you have long stood still,
Standing, waiting, watching, for good or ill,
Your snowy face has slowly turned to stone,
Your ancient soul has had nowhere to roam.
Travelled long through stars and magic,
Statue, you found answers tragic.
Cracking stone, a foot does rise,
And creaking bones now reach for skies.

Dust has crumbled from your mouth
And the bonds of your mind have fallen south.
Limbs twisting in first freedom known in years,
Now you may revel in sweet joys made of tears. 

Passive fires have lit and burn as beacons.
The earth now breathes again as you awaken.
And titan fists now flex within their casing,
A stone heart beats a rhythm that is racing.
Piercing eyes now stare across hidden lands,
And arms stretch out to take them by the hand.

Goddess, you have been so long in slumber,
Words all that was heard of your sweet thunder.
Quiet whispers haunting minds that heard
The dormant power of your spirit's word. 

But here, the light now grows within the shell
And life returns to break the statue spell.
First raised, then lost to darkness, pain and death,
Wanderer, you may finally draw breath. 

(August 2013)