Sunday, February 15, 2015

Never ending

Wine trembles atop my glass
A red dome pegged rim round
So too the nagging madness in my mind
Melancholy picked and fermented 
Swirled about
Inhaled
Spat out
Sweetness savoured 

Mania intoxicating
Hip hoorays of light infuse my vacant veins
And I am lord of word
And doubts become my stepping stones
Up I climb pillars of fear
And so, the toil unending
And hope will surrender 
Long before my wretched bones






Sunday, February 8, 2015

Regret

He has chosen
And so she too
To sail with horizon
Always in view
They've not the gall 
To face the sea
It's calm embrace
It's treachery 
Their ships will bob
On waves subdued
A life curtailed
Love unpursued




Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Prodigal Sun

When I saw the full moon 
Fade with the light
I recall yesterday's sun
As I bid him goodnight 
And now he returns 
I'd no doubt that he could
Probing warm fingers
Through shivering wood


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

The Limits

There that endless horizon
Does it draw near?
Is there a limit to possibilities?
Do ideas run dry?
How high is the sky?
He asks with limited sight
He hesitates
With limited faith
He stumbles and falls
Over obstacles he himself
So carefully laid 
On a path through the clouds