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THE SOUND OF LITTLE FEET

Go gently with me as
my bones are brittle and
my heart is cracking more
by every passing day with
the sound of little feet
fading further and further
into the shadows of that
we perceive as real and
closer and closer to the edge
of that which is only dream.

LOST

The back roads of life
Rarely scenic
Without street lights
To guide you
Home

COMING OF AGE

In fire flaming skywards
we were soldiers standing proud
partners in crime unimaginable
in life and death we are
rigor and mortis
monks treading path of
righteousness
Pax Vobiscum as
Daniel’s dreaming
the virgin is coming
of age

KEEP ME IN THE DARK

Please don’t tell me why,
keep me in the dark,
I’ve done so many foolish
things, outlawed once – afar

Please don’t tell me when,
keep me in the dark,
timing never mattered much
as long as we were apart

Please don’t tell me how,
keep me in the dark,
but do defuse the mains
and switch on the gas supply

Please don’t tell me what,
keep me in the dark,
lock the place down,
and hide those rusty keys,
then light the last of your
cigarettes to finally
set me free

THE GAME OF LIFE

All is not Black

but oft

turning White

as Day follow

Night

Wandering the path

of Twilight

Am I the Pawn

or the King

in this game

of Chess – In this

Game of Life

IN NOT SO MANY WORDS

I told her

to kill him

in not so

many words

and by

mutual consent

we ended up

in torment,

never to be

the same again.

PROTECTIVE LIGHT EVERLASTING

You said “come!” and
I followed

Through forests with
paths so ancient but
now forsaken

Under Tarmac roads
where silence whispered
in solitude

Over the endless
meadows of dreams
we walked

But deep in the
misty-covered moorland
we lost our ways

You went your way and
I went mine but still side
by side we carried on

Two souls joined at the hip
and bound – apart – by the
protective light everlasting

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