NOT I

Some will say
The moon is cold,
Not I,
Not I,
A wonder to behold
Whose alabaster glow
I know of old,
Present tonight,
Igniting a deep coil
The wick of memory,
Never running dry,
Burning the oil
Of infancy,
My quick,
The by and by,
Some will say
The moon is cold,
Not I,
Not I,
But comfort,
Set there
In the sky.

NEXT

Every man nurtures the future of innocence,
Fathered in the womb of his own intent.

THE EIGHTH DAY

Tired of spinning galaxies
Responsive to his beck & call,
He's now acquired the power to see
The monsters on his bedroom wall.

FREE-STYLE

Liberty dances 
In a tight-fitting gown,
But the line she draws 
Gives no cause to frown.

STRANGER

A thousand new horizons
Nestle, gleaming in between
The distant sky and ocean
Of someone else's dream,
Where flinted sparks of sunlight
Dance a tip-toe 'cross the floor,
And faintly breathes the swell that sighs
Upon their farthest shore.

UNDEFINED

All that's dear & clear outlined, 
A dark mascara comes to mind, 
Perhaps are scraps just left behind, 
Upon a table for the blind.

THE LIE

Easily I am deceived,
And prone to misconception,
For that alone which is perceived
By me, is but perception.

HUMAN - NATURE

At the merest hint, we tremble,
As whispering nature, 
In mute humility so restrained,
Ignores that beauty we adore,
And cloaked beneath a decorous grace,
Our awe is thus by her contained,
Designed and distant from our days,
Touching her face, but in human ways,
Politely and discretely,
Comforted from harm,
Heads buried in delicate sensibility,
Reading the absurd, appreciative word,
Held at the length of protective arm,
Spelled on the tip of tepid tongue,
Smothered with gentility,
Concealed, entombed in darkened rooms,
Cowering from recognition,
Inside this margin of skin and womb,
Sprawls indeed, the same wilderness,
Within our heart moves a restless stampede, 
Her blooded hooves thundering in our veins,
Those beams of sharp, unreasonable sunlight 
Gleam brightly from our eye, 
Vast, mindless oceans of power,
Surge and crash upon our shore,
And her careless hurricanes of death,
Inspire our unbridled season for more.

INSTANT

The sumptuous sweetness
Of her generous smile,
Laid siege
To all my tomorrows.

PASSWORD

There is no vault strong enough,
To render our secrets impotent,
No matter what we may believe.
They shimmer with all the colours of a rainbow,
Something the tongue can never achieve.

STAIRWAY

Footprints 
On an invisible stair,
Rising to 
We know not where,
Conclusions
Written in the air,
Thinking they
Will take us there.

SMILE

Our secret,
Safe for eternity,
Beguiling
With a familiar smile,
Amusing itself,
With strawmen
And windmills.

INTENT

The sky knows every secret 
Breathed by every soul 
And paints them from a rainbow 
Upon this earthen bowl.

INDEED

Many shades of silence
Enrich us in our dreams,
Enclosed within an echoing
Of colour never seen,
A liquid flesh and naked will
Fulfill the need, it seems,
To laugh and cry,
Dance or fly,
As liberty supreme.

LED BY THE NOSE

Love has no season,
Unlike the rose,
Nor has it reason,
I suppose.

WISH

My heart is a wish
In the palm of my hand,
Stained,
With pain and sorrow
Slipping through
Like grains of sand,
Dreaming of tomorrow,

TAKING STEPS

I climbed imaginary steps
For a higher view,
And found me
Looking down on you,
So I kicked them away,
And the rope around my neck,
Broke my fall.

SONG

Eyelids may shut, 
To enclose us within our dreams,
Breathing suspended, 
Ghosts may sleep on, 
Undisturbed 
By the long reaching arm of fragrance,
But there is one gateway remains, 
Completely unguarded, 
An open well shaft 
Falling straight to the soul.
The voice, the ear.
The pegasus of sound, 
Softly feathered and floating, 
Descends unimpeded 
To those depths of incandescent brilliance.
And riding bareback, 
A host of invisible messengers, 
Unobserved, 
Silently informing secrets.
The gentle currents of their language 
Adding a subtle,
Yet vibrant symphony. 
I hear not a sweet melody alone,
But accompanied 
By a choir of angels.

SIREN

Had I but one
Mortal heart,
It now lays split in two,
Pierced by a purity,
A sweet, silken duet,
Of tender lips
And bejewelled soul.
In the mist rising
From the ocean of my dreams,
There she sits,
Glistening,
Upon a dark rock,
Favouring her jet black hair
With an idle combing,
Eyes cast down
At a reflection
Too charmed,
That all who hear
This siren song -
And dare to glimpse
The ivory breast,
The raven cascade,
The cherry-ripe lips,
Eyes,
That distant sunshine bring,
The shimmering
Of a rainbow tail,
As lazily
It stirs the sea -
Will take that final memory,
And two pieces of heart,
To the deep, dark,
Bottomless blue,
The comforting canyon
Of death.

STORM

A line of gibbous deckchairs
Emptied by a storm,
Flappering accompaniment,
While white gulls
Squawk and swarm.