Patterns from stars
A helpful word
This love of ours
In dream and thought
Our tides roll free
The little things
That’s you and me
Through shadow and night,
As light does battle with shade,
I claw at the boundaries of life.
It is on these borderlines that such struggles take place.
But there is little to distinguish between these two worlds of variant greys.
There is no definition where definition is sought.
And so the traveller walks the limbo line in his own personal purgatory.
Mine is no different to any other’s,
Or so I imagine.
But the exquisite solitude is unmistakably my own.
Retreat to fire:
Out and in.
A robin calls
Let Eve begin.
I’m partially unhinged
Though you might call it odd
Driving on three wheels
Cool, but never mod
A slightly different viewpoint
Askew, but not astray
I’m happy in my madness
Each and everyday
By all that is this life
A good job that I found me
An equally crazy wife
Disclaimer: if my wife should read the last two lines it is of a composite character made from various wives.
When hearts and words collide,
As rage and bile spew forth,
It is only ever the heart that suffers.
Words change with the wind,
Syntax flowing like water to comply,
Unaffected and ineffectual they adjust to suit.
But not that most delicate of organs.
Once the venom transfers
Misses beats, falters, and even stops.
So rein in those cruelties,
Or you may lose those delicate rhythms of love.
Listen for the bells
Reindeers ride the nighttime sky
Eyes open, I sleep
When the sun finally sets
And dusk darkens from grey to black;
When the moon deems not to rise
And a bleak nowhere remains,
I shall not regret the life I’ve lived.
When stars twinkle from within, not without
And infinity beckons,
I’ll be smiling and waving goodbye.
Life is too short for regrets
And that final night too long to harbour them.