Dark rivulets in dust
Like rivers through canyons
Trail makeup down your face
Each  channel a lifetime

Grey rain from grey sky falls
Upon half lidded eyes
That lazily await
The smell of earth after

The lines upon your cheek
Could easily be traced
To star fall tears from space
Or raindrops down your face

Renege your crown and open vast
These gates within a troubled past
Embrace anew the morning dew
That knows that naught in life it true

And that is why they hang so thin
A film upon the early din
To burn away with fiery light
All to return with waning night

To live and die and live once more
Perhaps upon a forest floor
a field, a hill, a lonely glen,
Forever born to die again

Forever forced to thrive and ebb,
A diamond for a spider's web.

What do you do when it all fades away?
The Life, The Love, The warmth of the day,
The sweet tranquil night, The sights, the sounds,
The swift, fleeting wind, The feel of the ground.
It slips from your grasp, away from your hands,
The steady, hard falling of much older sands
That once filled this glass, and now nevermore
The raven's fell crooning still perched on the door
My own deadly herald of Love I once knew
My heart softly screams as my body falls through

Each story has a girl
Locked in the lively circle
Rolling in the Spring of youth
And as the year, the single year
Is bordered by Winter and Falls
Through the Seasons
Spring, Summer, Autumn,
To settle, umber and rouge,
Into the icy night
Before the crisp landing of feather’s touch
Snow Drops and a Summer’s Rose
Are, by time weathered mind, remembered
They, like the purest of Diamonds
Adorn that briefest Day

So here shall I stay
Amidst those thorny bodies
And Apple Blossom Skies
Waiting to be remembered
By that girl next Spring

I stand here on the brink, the gate
Awaiting still my time, my fate
The moment held in old youth’s eyes
Black robe, our long awaited prize

Sweet release from repeated wrong
Five days a week, extending long
For five Sol turns, now here we stand
To the face the world, the cage of man

An inch away; I turn the lock
The hammer falls; I hear the knock
Of age and think back on the past
Heart, hold these smiles and make them last

White smiles: young and wholesome and new,
Their limits yet to spring anew
The world seemed large, yet now so small
Compared to that behind this wall

I reach my hand to know the wood
Worn smooth and carved by those who stood
Before me on this cusp of life
Upon the fine edge of a knife

They, like me, have cut the trail
Listing ‘twixt, succeed or fail
They, like me, have faced the trial
And trodden down the lonely mile

And now we face the point of light
The Tunnel’s end, our own, in sight
And now we push upon the Door
This Portal to our distant shore

There stands upon a silky spire
A man who wonders what transpired
What quirk of fate or Fancy's whim
Did bend itself to torture him

What brought him to this lonely place
A tempo change in time's slow pace
Perhaps it was a simple thing
Sweet chaos from Vanessa's wing

What if this ledge on which I stand
Were the product of mine own hand
As toddlers tumble, so does time
No cause nor reason for this crime

If, as it seems, I do impose
My will as thorns upon the rose
The ruby of my heart's dismay
Is one more step towards the grey

This man who always lived his life
Wading through tides of unjust strife
Finds solace in the way he strides
A step that marks the great divide

Should I pay mind to this man's plight
When cutting wind meets rising night
Perhaps that man bound for the sea
Shall end my life for he is me.

Silence remembers the shadow of a sound
Like a shadow is the remant of light
What was and is, simultaneous yet distinct
At the fore, the latter, naught else

Winter barren branches, trophies of warmth
Sun that once flecked the air, kisses
One sided, denied their mate
Cruel company, an apt partner

A figure in the refuse; wax in white gown
Loved and cherished for but a day
Quelled by an extinguished flame
Forgotten in the settlement

Warm, fall, harden; even as the source dims
Love, blown cold by loneliness and realization
Upon a sill keeping watch o'er the dark
The heart and hope: trapped by longing

Life, silky residue on a smoking gun
Each instant is but an echo
A shadow. Dead before life's touch
Lived in retrospect

lend me your wings so I might fly
up to a world beyond my reach
where in the night stars safely lie
without the heavy words of speech

there I shall wait for you to call
upon this heart yours to mine
I know that fate shall not forestall
the glint which in my eye does shine

I wait in vain for a lonely day
I wait, a hopeless wretch enthralled
and so this wish of you I pray
lend me your wings so I might fall

Each moment lived in your absence wears upon my soul. Like the petals of an autumn rose, the shards of my broken heart fall away. I feel as if a great door separates us and, tho I know you are with me and I remain yours in fact, the physical distance is a pain beyond pain, one that should never be enumerated. Yet I endure the bittersweet sorrow of your absence in the hope of a brighter tomorrow, one graced by your dawn. I allow myself this pain in the hope that it might break me and those fragments of my being might fit through the key hole of my prison to find you and escape the barren winter to which I am banished. No victory can be declared without you in my life. I am irrevocably yours, now and forever.I am yours for time everlasting and my life shall remain ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.



I once swam within your sweet almond eyes
And while we floated the stars burned to ice
Together we awaited our demise
The final notes were of our own device

But the Sun still shone when I closed your eyes
Upon lilies I laid your head to rest
The sand not yet spent, to us the glass lied
And each stolen moment lives in my breast

I once bathed in the sun upon crystal shores
With your gaze on my back, I lost my fear
Time's petals adorn us, still I want more
To live in all the colours of her tears.

The sun shone that day. It ought not have. I walked with angels as the earth woke around me and I knew peace; a shadow, disembodied as it were, should have darkened my gaze, none appeared. No siren from God to one of his own, only a summons delivered with the grace of Revelations, thunder without the requisite fanfare. My heart warmed when it should have stopped and I would have held that moment had I known, but instead I drew breath to let the world in and threads of gold blew between the young leaves. The sky was cast in sapphires, misnamed without relation to flame; it would have been more appropriate. The truth in my veins would have run as snow melt had I known, in truth, not truth at all. Thunder preceded cause, ill fated, and I should have flinched in unknown terror like some soldier might when charging down a once familiar hill and one who is brave yet untried shall find a disquieting serenity amidst the gore that bathes the ground and, in a moment, his face. That young veteran loses himself that day and shall seek that stillness for the days that remain to him. A futile venture. It is only to be found in the recesses of the mind; that place reserved for reflection and shame, it is in that calm he holds himself in question and a voice, not unlike his own, whispers a choice that was always there and with it a euphoric ecstasy rises like bile. It is in every man to let go of the lockstep of life, but to open your eyes in the following moments is to face a world unlike that in which you closed them. That new world is the cost of the decision and it shall flood in as the gates lift and the sky shall be cast in sapphires.