Lightplay

my favourite reverie
a forest of chandeliers
each crystal dipped
ceramic chipped
in tears
scattering rainbows free
across your lips
that moment before
their light fuses
us together
as one.

Dusk

Friday, four o’clock
and a rich bouquet descends
with a note of dusk

Pen

this poet’s pen
is ne’er bereft
of unfinished songs
and dreams of death

Red Wine

I pour the red wine
and listen to old chansons
inebriated

Voyage

hours became days
and days became water
vast oceans blue ending not

open horizons
to the lands of the mind
those lands that mem’ry forgot

there on the shores
which soon turned to mountains
here is where this life had led

beyond these green ranges
where great river rages
hold my lost spirit in stead

Weather (or not)

whatever weather
I spend my time in the sun
waiting for rainstorms

Hope

let all hope die away from me
with its bright dishonesty
bring not torments of its temptation
but succour me with resignation.

Lines

In roses bloomed the unspoiled youth
upon my cheeks before each line
writ themselves as broken truths
which saw the petals fell with time
and have the seasons now revealed
their histories carved deep like stone
memorials, in my face appeal
to those regrets I daren’t atone.
And so the glass I do regard
not with sadness, nor with cheer
that from that early blush I’m spared
and revel now as fits my years.

Deft in Breath (part one)

from the chastity of day released
night’s first kiss falls on my brow
it’s shadowed passioned touch unceasing
with boldness that the dark allows
and in that pitched imagination
my blood is raised to meet the dreams
that build upon the blind sensations
deft in breath of touch redeemed.

Snowflakes

a kiss of winter
snowflakes dance on the night sky
such a brief affair