The candle of daylight wearied and waned,
And labour's veins were into stillness drained;
As Sun was summoned to the rising west,
I softly stood beside your earthly rest.

Reposed within a distant deep of green,
From the ravenous ken of Man unseen;
Where the land draws her light and languid breath,
And grey garlands of rock and sky bound her breadth.
                                                        ­                               Decayed and lifeless, between dead hands wrought,
A humble stone revealed your humble plot;
No treasure-fraught barrow, no marble vault,
Did laud your life, nor lament at its halt.

Now withered and gone was the hand that made,
In Lethe had foundered the mind that bade,
The heart, that yearned in fleeting years of yore,
Had burst, as a wave on an endless shore.

A drowsy darkness now had deftly crept,
As heaven turned her sable cheek, and wept
Countless crystal tears, while wispy winds blew,
Painting the night in their hoary hue

But what will I from my winters bequeath,
When December’s dainty snows dust my wreath?
In radiant dawn is born each plain day,
Till the murk of midnight mists shroud them away.

Why do people lie to protect their image?

Why do they feel the need to be perfect?

This longing

This urge

This want

To be perfect?

They say they lie to protect their legacy

But

How can you protect something

That doesn’t exist yet?

Know that,
in afterlife,
it is not a crime to be born
out of time,
waiting for
the end of an era
that never came—
soon enough for you.  

Are you seeing the immortal roots of the trees
you’ve planted springs ago,
in the garden that has outlived you?
Because I hear you in
the leaves’ rustling whispers:

All life returns to the ground,
but this is how you inherit the earth.

Sail away


We all sail away in the end.
Yeah we all sail away in the end.
When the horizon calls, we will be walking to a fall,
Because we all sail away in the end.


When the storm calls our name,
We will have been found but never saved,
Because we all sail away in the end.
Life is only one day in an eternity of time,
So go get what you deserve before you end up dead.
When you are carried away by the rising of the tides,
You will be free to leave and I hope you get to begin again.


If the winters doors do not open anymore,
All the heat in the world will not let you through to see the sun.
We all rise and fall, as our sail carries us for-
Words are all that remain when we are gone.
As we rise, we fall, as we sail onwards towards the shore,
We see our end before our time has come to rule the world.


In a sea of lies, we are floating butterflies;
We need the sun to dry our wings out before we can fly.
If we are carried on high, then we will have been justified;
If we believe, maybe we will walk into the light.


Oh we’re all heading home in the end.
Yeah we’re all heading home in the end.
When the moment comes and we sail off into the sun,
All the stars will lead us to a place,
Where we can be with our friends.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My friend


In a land without beginning, I cannot think about the end.
In a world where I should have been winning, I could only pretend.
I cannot deceive you now and tell you that I have no gift;
I cannot lie to you now and say I have nothing to give.
I have to give you my words, so you can see the real me.
I am love, I am yours; I am more than just a poetic piece.


If Heaven came calling and I was never seen again,
Would I have left a good impression upon this world?
I hope you have been affected by the words that I say,
Because if I am taken or even if I am forsaken,
Then all that would be left to do was leave your mind behind to twirl.


We are all here for a reason and my reason is this;
Born to write, half the time, the rest I spend being in love.
If we cast aside our desires, then would we even have lived?
Love is my passion, it drives me forward and it stops me giving up.


I have said I am nothing, but something I am.
I could claim to tell the truth
And you could claim I am an impostor,
Or I could simply share my thoughts with you.
I could have kept silent, but I chose to stand;
Nothing is given, you must earn it and so that is what I will do.


No dramatics or lies, just blood, sweat and tears.
My books are growing, my words multiplying and I am but a pen.
As each night falls and each sun rises, I am slipping through the years.
But on the last day, on my grave it will say…
He was a poet, a lover and my friend.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

O Sun,
O Moon,
Will I see ye once more?

By word I marched,
By order I bled,
There is a stale silence in this winter air.

I am last standing yet not unscathed,
Pain writhes through me,
But this man yet stands.

I carry on to see her, Sun.
I carry on to see her, Moon.

Sun shines on my heart and heals wounds all.
Moon cools heart and calms souls complete.

Without ye I may not carry forth,
Carry forth this weight of mine pains.

Yet shall I see these divine again,
The hurt shall be lifted,
The aches dispelled,
And Happily will this man live with his Sun and his Moon 

~Robert van Lingen
II-II-MMXII

I want to
Leave a message for
My fallen about a
Legacy that brings an end
To all of our pain.
You can see it now, can't you?