Somewhere in a city as old as time
A bus pulls away into a winter night
I stay behind, to watch her move on in time
The falling snow becomes ice rain, cold and alive
Does she watch me disappear, or I her?
She smiles at me like the moon might wane
We know the night must end this way
For the sun needs to rise to mark a new day.

Our dreams, not all came true.
She holds my hand, to take me to the tower.
There she speaks a language of our own.
Seven lifetimes she’s been my wife -
Seven more anew.

The dead are not ghosts.

Those who live as ghosts -

- are the true dead.

The only sound you hear is the sea.
She hears the sounds of the ages from the shore.
You may see the moon.
She sees generations past, shining above.
In the mirror you see yourself, you hear a man.
She sees and hears …

With summer’s end, part of him died.
With what remains, he watches the fall.
As darkness and cold become the days -
He stays inside her for longer.
In the aftermath of warmth their passion creates.
The snow begins, falling silently, unlike rain.
The winter sky always claims the sun.
A heroic heart stops beating -
So ends a great adventure.
All but him will remember when he returns.

… spirit and flesh …
… light and darkness …
… the moment before you come …
Is the promise of a new life.
It’s there - but will you take it?

I look for coins to place on my own eyes.
It’s late now, but that I know.
When I was a child, my horoscope was hidden.
The soothsayer, he held my chin -
Should he have gripped my throat tight?
He whispered a prophesy instead -
All was said in a language I didn’t understand.
There was a darkness born with me - my twin.
It swallowed my life - and finally my beloved.
Deeds were done - by me, to me, unto others.
My torment in the form of boat man comes.
Cold water ripples spread past, present, future.
Like all things, it was writ large at the start.