he wrote at night
for fear the day
would see his thoughts
and shine its light
upon them
after sundown
they could live a while
hidden in corners
and inked darkness
unobserved
’tis here they bred
and flourished
away from the sun
and the judgement
of certainty
night runs over me
like a warm dark waterfall
and pools in my soul
dress my dreams in lace
light as fragile gossamer
then have them disrobe
I hear the world turn
sounding like washing machines
on a spin cycle
my glance is told in tales yet secret
its true intent no-ones to know
behind mendacious painted eyes
unrevealed I dare not show
how my thoughts of thee unravel
in all my reason’d cognisance
thus I hold this look well travelled
as mask to hide what’s in my glance.
let my reveries set course
under black sails in the night
that they with your dreams find new shores
‘fore the dawning morning light.
a million angels
wing on the September breeze
clad in golden robes
I woke upon these sapphire hills
my eyes turned to heaven’s clear
not sleeping but was dreaming still
of those lost and younger years
in which I sought to find my way
across the peaks of days ahead
those wide eyed summers ‘fore me lay
filled with questions not yet said
and in this reverie was I
the cloud of youth before the storm
which hung beyond this dreamlike sky
now twilight has escaped my dawn
there is truth in blood
rising to meet our desires
passion’s sacrament
on the evetide breeze
the impatient sun whispered
where are you twilight?
the blighters rock 