The wee cries
press out upon the chest
echoes out and through
till soon
it embraces the nights air
Fills the solitary moment
And leaves there its mark.

I watch
from the shadows of thoughts
where the lips quiver
the tears run their course
out and upon
the fine silk pillow case
To leave there the stain of the heart.

I watch the moaning
that rolls upon her loss
the long pain that stretches
across the wide brim
where the heart breaks, dies
fades into oblivion
A place of shattered souls
Here that gather, reside forever
Upon the desolate fields of emotions.

.................

I've heard the replayed dreams
That fill the memories
grips the foundations of their souls
and lingers out like a dying kiss
to ever haunt the nights abyss
Of nothing and of all.
Here, where the roots of humanity
tinge the fine lines of fate
dances the long voyage of the heart
And there closes the gate.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph