Colours

say the good and the great
they did all that they could
they’ll light up their landmarks
in the colours of blood
that is all too forgotten
’til the next fallen calls
given their words and deeds
meant nothing at all

Doves

pray not to the skies
for there is but blood and fire
the doves have fallen

Blasphemy

what redeeming hope have we
when measured is our blasphemy
more by sainted words to heed
than on the mercy of our deeds

Dark

in the ancient dark
a sacrifice burned to ash
floating to heaven

from the ancient dark
the dawning came with a prayer
declared to the stars

the dark is no more
yet this time sets forth shadows
blacker than its night

Unwritten Verse

I close my eyes
and in my thoughts
I ink a cursive
unwritten verse
upon your nakedness
poetry for us alone
words that will only
let our fingers trace,
whilst reading
of each other’s touch.

Ships

I martial my dreams
to sail upon meagre words
as ships in bottles

Emmenez Moi

let us dance barefoot
making love in just our thoughts
as Aznavour sings

Morning

what is the morning?
the music of Debussy
and your waking smile

Sanity

the more to glance on mankind’s soul
we chance upon a truth untold
so flagrant we refuse to see
that madness outweighs sanity.

Sag mir wo die Blumen sind

she pleads a passion
her memory still weeping
for humanity