The moon poured over the
       moors
                     and the night-birds
howled                through the wind.
The stars shuddered in their
midnight sky                  and whispered his
name amongst themselves.

He could do nothing but swallow
his tears in her memory.

I surveyed the scene
about me

it was our first camp base
and out tents
were in a field
a guide pointed out

It was raining heavy
and I and this ex-army guy
ran towards our tent
and once there
we clambered inside
and zipped up

They say the rain in Spain
he said
but didn't finish

we could hear the rain
hit the canvas
above our heads

there was little room
in the tent to do much
so we lay on our sleeping bags
our cases unopened
by our sides

I mused on Miriam
and wondered who
she was shacked up with

ex-army spoke about
his time in the army
and his mother's new boyfriend
whom he loathed

and I hoped the rain
would soon stop
so I could get
a beer and burger
with fries from the cafe
in the main building
and find Miriam

but it rained still
and I listened half-heartedly
as Ex-army got on
with his dismal speech

and I wanted Miriam
but she
was far from reach.

I don't need a thousand hearts,
I only need one,
My lover's.

Violets are blue,
Roses are red,
I'm about to slap you upside the head!

Fire is red,
ashes are black,
go to hell,
and never come back!

arrows find rest in pillows of flesh
and pain casts a symphony of loss
– the song sung sweetly,
his word whispered gently in the bark of a tree.
great things have been taken: i’ve given for thee
three gifts of water, pious sacrament
kisses between two damp palms.

devotion breaks soil and holds resolve
and how it loves, and loves, and loves
– pebbles mirror a blanket of stars,
the impenetrable mass of fiery constants
you chew, swallow, receive with haste.
feet sink heavy in the holy mire
breath lies hiding in the roots of a willow.

The world's full of people,
who's beauty reigns outside.
With all the nice gestures,
you won't know what they hide

A prince who once believed,
in happily ever after
is now dying everyday,
for vengeance and ******

Who could have thought,
that behind those looks,
a burning hatred
for traitors cooks

No one ever noticed,
all those emotional scars.
The burden put upon you,
weights more than a thousand cars.

If only they saw.
If only they heard.
The heart of a young boy,
that gradually broke.

If your only strength,
they hadn't taken,
that cereal guy might be,
an angel from heaven.