At the sea, on the run, on a quest
On a sailing ship decamping
Sailing far to the very end
To the end of the world
Only to free my soul
On a quest for
The unknown
At the
Sea


©Kikodinho Alexandros

As the day gives birth to the night
“Have faith” a voice whispers
The skies turn dark
And the only light I see
Is the reflection of the moonlight
In the river I am crossing
My eyes are too tired to look up
So I enjoy the reflection
As though she came down on earth
Just to make me company
I like the night
It’s the only time
I can hear what I think
And think what I really mean
As I cross the river
I enter the woods with no light
Even the stars are not to be seen
But I just continue forward
Till I reach the other side
“I have faith” I say aloud to the velvet skies
As the night gives birth of the new day
On the other side of the woods

I'm not quite sure
when the dark thought
first came to me;

it crept up softly
and quietly, like a black cat
in the garden of night;

like a light through a crack
in a door opening slowly
and too soon; or perhaps

a drowning man in the deep
waving back at the moon;
too far over his head.

The midnight alley cats sing harmony
The fire and police
Lay down the backbone and the beat
to summon music from the street
The ambulance then takes the lead
they drive Daly away
They could have just called up a hearse
the stench of death will stay
The dogs are barking
Howling wolves can hear it far away
No need to light a river fire
was ninety-eight today
too many homeless died last winter
too many homeless in the seat today