You

You were the vision in a dream, wearing shadows of unwary verve, The phantom bearer of a gilded cup of milk and honey unreserved. You were the hope from loves consumed, keeping time from turning in regret, An overture to perfect skies of blue that carry bliss with grief bereft. You are a child of…

I Will Never; I May Yet

I will never stand among the famous Kopites, Wave red banners and scarfs above the thunderous kop end, Belting out “You’ll Never Walk Alone” along with loyal thousands, And watch our Egyptian King, Mo weave through rivals on the green. I will never get to shake the hand of Stevie G, The man who showed…

Nights of Silence

The ages grow long between the nights of the silence, and the darkness grow deep In this ever-expanding gallery, displaying scenes from movies never made, Playing songs never sung, and snuffing out the candles never lit. The self-destruction of a self-portrait, painted by the crooked hands of separation, Long-distance, short-sighted, the fix on momentary counterfeit…

Sunday Night Blues

It’s not the moon that brings the Sunday night blues, It’s not the stars that bare these old scars. Keep me from falling asleep, ‘cause I don’t know what comes after, And keep the light on so I see, for I fear the night might swallow me. Oh baby, don’t leave my sight. Speak softly,…

Not So Bad

His life is not so bad in fairness. He has no special grief to speak of, Nor heartbreak or damning sorrow; Sunrise finds him living, and the night, Going through the usual little deaths; His cups and plates are not empty And his road ahead is far from barren; He has love and love to…

Ballad of a Young Wife

I In the small hours of a wet September morn, round the corner of a dark salon, in a hut with yellow gleaming lights, on the windy hills where birds take flight, echoes the cry of innocent born. Behind the flimsy gaping door of cedar ply, amidst the sting of alcohol and lye, midwives move…

Bildungsroman

As the century wore a new face and put on a different dress, no less motley than the last, A lonely boy between the sticks carried his bag of tricks and looked behind him, holding fast. Soon the walls grew tall around him and boys became men in a world of unforgiving passion, And the…

The Crashing of the Waves

I was young when I first heard the crashing of the waves replace the crashing of the plates; The smashing of the whites against the rocks, I fancied, echoed china devastated on the tiles, And the lights reflected on the broken glass, the glitters of the sun on waves as night awaits. In darkest nights,…

Salutations

So, it has come to this my friends— The end is here, and soon no longer I. Though I leave the night a darker place, And although my fine desires fade, My past is yours to keep and, Gratefully, my memories will stay. Now, I say goodbye to all I love And good riddance to…

On Promises

He pines for darkness when days break And light when twilights call the stars. He looks behind him with a mournful gaze For careless dialogues fast decay the soul, And in plenty of dialogues He’s engaged. Once, A morning light shakes him awake And finds him tranquil in the light And without a wish for…