Once upon a time
every moment
was a pale and perfect thing
a minuscule infinity
of beauty
wrapped up with people and faces
a high definition photograph
for savouring
in the moment that followed.
But those precious perfections
were compacted into minutes
then hours
and days,
better to be stored.
until all that was left
was infinite shadows of infinities
lost in the dusty catacombs
of memory
that when dusted off
are found
vague and blurred
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
Soft rustling pages
and creaking spines
Tales of lost ages
and futures from Mars
All the words of all the languages
and all the years of all the countries
Caught and captured
by ink and paper
and the minds of
ordinary people
like me
and like you
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
There are an infinity of infinities in your eyes
hundreds of years of pain
and hundreds more of sadness
you are curled around one moment
closed in to that second
wrapped around a miniscule infinity
of grief
an unexploded bomb
that I cannot defuse
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
I will love you, my love
through snow and through rain
seasons will turn
from darkness to light
and from laughter to pain
I'll love you in Moscow
from New York to Rome
through hate and desire
I'll love you, my love
though you don't feel the same
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC