Now the wine
has stoped working
and these poems
sit quietly like
tired horses
I wish sorrow
was a stranger
but she shines
brightly sometimes
like silver in a
rubble of stone
she follows me
down every street
she haunts my
road of truth
I see her in the bars
in ally ways
in tiny rooms of
loneliness
I see her smile
through dusty light
I see her stand so thin
so sweetly by the
midnight winter trees
Clay.M

I look out of a window
as it throws a pretty reflection
for a moment the light moves
in slow motion across the room
I think about loneliness
but I am not lonely
I am holding on to hope
like it means something
behind the black curtain
of my secret life
I keep searching for
some kind of light
I feel the warmth of the
sun and I smile
I study the art of
simplicity
a shiver of emotion
sparks a reflection
of silver blue
I wrestle between
belief and truth
there is a milk white cloud
spilling across the sky
my thoughts skip
like stones upon
the still waters of
childhood memories …
Clay.M

All those nights
I spent alone
tangled in thought
wrapped in
winter dreaming
my breath against
the sky of
vivid blue
snow falling
like a ballet
so gracefully
on the pines
every scene
a painted picture
inside my mind
these are the
precious things
I know I will
find you here
you and your
beautiful lines
amongst the
soft blue mist
I pretend that
I am free …
Clay.M