POETRY

Sometimes it’s more fluid to write an abstract musing than to express a thought more concretely. An idea in the mind is much less a composition of descriptive words than and intangible mixture of subtle reflections.

Composed July 11, 2008

Grain Continuum

Through valleys of wind and hills of sand I came

to this place where perhaps I will find the same

hourglass steadily pouring my time to an end

but yet i watch it fall away in a glory curtained

by no other than that which always has

and must always be as it will never pass.

/

If the reality is truth as it stands

then there is little else that commands

my hope for a hope ever unbound

by the trickle of sand which makes no sound

as it descends like the night

upon the waning hour of daylight

/

So may I know this peace

which lives untouchable

which lives unchangeable

I keep this peace in a word.

Composed June 16, 2008

See You

In my sleep we’re all different people
than we were in the waking day
With different voices
And different faces
And every time I turn around
You’re not the same memory
Like sun in the path of the sky.
But when I wake up
I see your face again.
When you open the door
I’m always surprised
I forget to remember
I recognize it a little less
than the day before.
You’re everywhere.

Composed March 30, 2008

True Blue

You say your favourite colour is blue
like the salty rain from a sudden storm
so full of sad anger
but so capable of new life

I never used to have a favourite colour
it’s hard to pick what to feel
in moments you can’t take back.

But blue seems alright
It’s not that sad
but not so happy
It’s weak and strong
at the same time.

Composed January 2, 2008

Streetlight Eyes

they blind me from the inside
and the outside looks back
before the still frames black me out
all see no other
but the one;
the lights change
and we are gone

Composed January 4, 2008

Salt Air

salt on the surf
we are standing
like so many other times before,
but the very last time is the one;

the others I cannot keep

look out at the edge
eyes so bright,

blade cuts through.
They’re a wide-eyed world away,
somewhere else with no one else

They’re a wide-eyed world apart.
I see the soul dancing

behind the silent cerulean light
waves crash around us
drown out noise around us,
tide rushes in a foam

feet outlined in sinking sand

of receding waters.

water and land entwined
at the edge of the sand
at the brink of the ocean
but your hands run cold
and your hands won’t hold

Fly away
with the whippings of saline air,
burn my tongue
burn my eyes

what you were isn’t anymore
what you are is something else
I never knew before

looking at the ocean,
then looking past
I see you in a glimmer
with me at end of the world
when you stopped seeing

Composed February 7, 2008

Revolutions of Mind

Morning light spearing through the blinds

filtering strips of bright blue sky.

Chilly winds returning in packets of blows

waving the glossy tree leaves to and fro.

Bloated white clouds glide across the air

slowly edging past the window pane.

Watching the day wax and wane,

the wooden chair still beneath me

but moves with the revolving world.

It is never enough.

Composed April 5, 2008

Quiet

light turns dark as night comes from day
someday steps further away
Clock strikes one
Bird floats in the air
Clock strikes two
Fish hovers in the water
Eyes skim translucence over glass
Land stretches a blend into sea
World pales dimmer
Fog thickens the space
submerging an ocean of words
Never again to sound
Ears hear a silence which cannot be seen
time is ticking though it stopped

Composed April 28, 2008

Settling

soul is hanging from a shoestring
caught on the window panes
of your rusted metal despair.
Black birds are flapping in
through the empty space between
shattered glass and broken air.
silence strikes the sharp breath
of your battered house,
like the blade on the beast
that calls from within.