The raven’s caw and glinting eye
upon that throne of coldest stone
A rumble in the glow’ring sky
‘neath fallow fields of buried bone
Once gentle trees entombed with vine
Strangled stillness and dark regret
Parasitised and rot intwined
cruelly cursed to never forget
What fool would put their kin to rest
on this ****** day and at this site
At witching hour on this hill crest
moribund souls devour the night

Where dragon flies dance
Flitting philosophies
below brooding
storm soaked skies
The rain drops bounce
and patter and collide
In chaos
Each one believing
it’s not a storm

Fleeting golden hour
light dappled shadow dance
Dust caught tumbling
Starlit specks
in the warm expanse
Breathing dreams to our void
Little happy stick people drawings
capture us on the mantelpiece
Frozen in photos mid-laugh
Infinite and impermanent
Memories in every nook
Years flow like minutes

The night then will always come;
starry wreaths a beautiful blanket
But I love the lingering sunset
basked in golden glowing now.
Worry not for the future
It will take care of itself
as it always has.

Through marigold garlands and coiling smoke
the shimmering Ganges sway
Air aromatic heady and spiced
there smiling blue gods play
A sitar leans on the Ashoka tree
and strums a mournful tune
A peacock’s haunting cry calls out
thousand eyes glitt’ring by the moon

It’s not just that
we’re not on the same page
We’re written
in entirely different books

From shadowed eyes I stare
through steam obscured glass
Outside rain slick streets shimmer in the neon night
Stale perfume and cigarette ash cloy my throat
Scratching unshaven jaw
I take a burning smoky sip
Cheap pickups and thumping music blare
barely heard
Alone
watching
I just see the dark