Wanderer

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) 

Poem For Him

It's in your eyes.

The words are said, but nothing is spoken. 

It is not fear, but longing, 

A longing to belong. 

The world around you speaks a broken tongue

And harbours its jealousy in rages and absolutes.

You are circled by the lonely, yet

It goes unseen that you are alone.

It's in your hands

The expression of the moment is a language

Not spoken

But played. Wrought. 

The emotion of a music yet to be made.

The words not spoken 

Live in the mere moments 

When your heart is in your eyes. 

When you are unveiled 

When you are trusting 

The brief seconds you are you to me

And then the pain returns 

And the light is gone.

Not from her eyes, but your own. 

Blackbird's Song

Blackbird's song 

Took the night away

And stole the silence

At the wake of day.

All I heard was a spoken word

All I missed was the touch of a kiss

All I found was the warmth of a sound

Saying my name

Saying my name.... 

I Have Felt Love

I have felt love;

When no one was there;

When no one was listening;

When no one could see me;

When no one knew me;

When no one needed me;

When no one wanted me;

When no one loved me;

and I was alone, wounded, bleeding,

And staring Death in the face. 

For it was not being loved that saved me

But my love for all else. 

And I, the ever-weeping, endless sea

Did witness she knew deeper blues than me.... 

The Beginning and The End

Mass effect without heat

Rhythm beyond beat

Chanting downwards silently 

Without the words to speak.

Spears of light pierce memory

But darkness is the homily,

Bowed to kneel, the hazard blows,

Yet nothing breaks, nor twists, nor bleeds;

It separates to let the tempest through.

In the peace of being, bonds anew.

Each time recreated,

Each time wrought afresh

Till what remains are echoes

Of the beginning and the end. 

Passage Of Time

Passage of time;
A lurid dream in a sphere;
Is as was will be
Past, present, future,
And me.

Little Bug

Little bug, don't forgive me,
Because I do relate;
You came in from the rain
And here you met your fate.

Where it began in darkness,
It ended in blinding light;
You were better off where you started
In the puddles of the night.

But no, in seeking safety, light,
You crawled on stone and steel,
Out of the corner and into the open
To be crushed by an indifferent heel.

The life fled your heart,
The world ended in pain,
And your carcass was thrown
Back out into the rain.

It was nothing personal,
It was not about you.
You just happened to be
In the way of my shoe.

Or so I am told....