October, you are a dying man
wearing a yellow suit
voguing down the boulevard
pretending that cane is just a prop.

Step inside the boulangerie.
Sugar melts, cakes grow stale,
but being in the case is like being on stage--
it's "let's pretend" in the sweetest way.

Summer hasn't been kind to us.
There is chewing gum on our soles,
our skin is a disaster, our regrets numberless,
yet we reflect in store windows as clearly as royals.

October, offer me your arm and no one will know
that you are not just being gallant.
With each step, another day ticks away
and when you lie down with me it will be as a near-ghost.

No matter, don't give it another thought.
I am here, once almost-pretty,
my spirit a genuine drop dead knock-out babe
and all yours until November arrives

in its ferryboat, and if you brought no coin
I've got you, allow me, you with the kindly moon in your eyes.

__

Dark early afternoon
Slowly watching the sky
Slight wind
Solitude I find peace
Trees are slightly turning
Every day is a present
Never know when
It will end
Every life should be
Like a fairytale
Try and send
Your best self
No one wants darkness
Only brightness
Life takes turns and surprises
Dark early afternoon

oh
lord
when
i
have
nothing left
he
shall
comfort
me
through
the
valley of death
and
i
shall
walk
with
him
into
the
kingdom of heaven

Only the closest
people to my heart,
know my love of the
cemetery.
Oh how I yearn
to walk its endless
pathways and through
its fresh-cut prickly grass.
The quietest place on
the whole entire earth.
A symbol of love
and grief all wrapped
together in the black
box of death,
tied with a silver
shining bow
of memories.
And what better than
the cemetery and,
you?

You didn’t even flicker
at my thought of having
a picnic in the cemetery.
And thats when,
I knew.

Empty brain, filled mind,
Hollow heart, beats fast.
Shaky hands, tired arms,
Haunted, lives in the past

a ballet of light
weaves golden threads
across the canvas of night.

the fabric of soul and sky
elusive dancers

wonder    alive at the edge of eternity

unspoken poetry breathed in my sigh
words elusive, alive within

beauty poetry
poetry        breathed in my sigh???

words elusive

a tear that never fell
shimmering in twilight

left me searching
a shadow running from the sun