I looked into the crystal ball
a mad eye stared
right back at me
I opened my mouth
so slight
scared to let my breath
escape
the fog so clear
the whispering wind
fearless demons
roamed within
the shadows hide
what not to see
precious secrets of
life-to-be
Forging bonds
immaterial, a
volcanic eruption
of the soul,
the divine hand
whipping the
interstellar cream – hard
No
I’m too tired to live fast
No
I’m too old to die young
No
I won’t be a beautiful corpse
But
Make me a dream
With
Stars and a unicorn
And
Wrap me up warm
In your
Loving embrace
And
Tomorrow may still
Come
She sometimes falls
into the alcohole.
Deep and dark and
wet, trying hard to stay
afloat whilst gulping
the liquid death.
Knowing all to well
that the bottomless pit
offers nothing but sorrow,
guilt and regret. Though
she tends to forget.
I let opportunities
pass
floating slowly by
on the river of time
of which I play no part
just observing
them
among the rest of
the debris
I’m leaking
from holes I
didn’t know
existed.
Patience
once abundant
now nearly
depleted.
When dried,
crumbled and
brittle, the tiniest
of sparks
wreaking
havoc in me –
the dust
never settling.
detach the cord
feeding the stars
black as blackest
night behold.
winter solstice
turning tides
surfing waves of
tomorrow’s delight.
trace the grey
in clouds above
none be found
darkness abide.
hand in hand
desire ablaze
harbouring the
Essence of Grace
We Barged once
On canals like
Veins through The Fens
In Silence bar
The Engine and
The Rows
Stuck at night
Rescued but
Never quite right
Wanting more
Dreaming
Hoping
Wishing
for a safer shore
