Now sit in the sunken stairwell,
rejoining there.
There is only the real physical cold
for the moment,to gather you there.
It is for every time you knew before,
that this matters.
The plain sun will hold enough
of tomorrow.
But for you,there is no place
to refuge from.
Only the moment is cold enough,
for the warmth to survive in it.
We have lost most of,
Yet all is again for that moment of cold.
no shadow is cast
then coming in from the sun
I find the house dark
I watch
for the sun
as fully
expectant
the earth
accepts
the rain
Head stuck
In a pretty rain cloud
For too long
Raindrops race down my cheeks
It's time to leave
Finally free, I look around
Iced leaves, bursting buds
Crystal shards of ice untouched
Sun rays hit branches
Mind vacant
The sun shines on
Rays reflecting in the pond
Bees bumble by swaying swans
Swallows swoop by bursting butterflies
Clouds cluster
I went to sleep
thinking I would see
your beautiful smile
that makes my heart go 100 miles
the next morning
everything was fine
I was on time
got my things
thinking I would see you.
A teacher with a glum face
"strange day" I say
going on my way
I take my seat
a little up beat
when I see
a tear or three
it is 6.30pm, the edge of the sun
glimmers beyond the boundary,
taking its last breath before it is
returned to its rightful lover. and
the bystander waits, listens to the
cry of the sunbirds, knowing yet
their time has been lost, past,
it is time to forget. they remember
naught, the outline of your skin, the
glistening voice, an airy shadow
left in the wake of mere fate's hands
nestled upon circumstance; a certain
glory to the act of erasing resides in
the dying glow of the auburn sky.
and it is a new dawn, they say,
rid of all sentimentality. the air quivers.
i gather these fragments lying
on my palm, blowing a faint
wish into the gaps of the shining
glass, shattered but yet not broken;
i raise my prayer towards the
morning sun and chant a silent oath.
and as the boiling furnace melts and
burns the hardened shreds into
crystal goblets of fortified lava,
i tuck it close to my heart,
reforging them into something
only i can wield, something
i will be able to dedicate this treasure
to another vessel of my heaven,
to another hell i have yet to experience before.
the stars rotate around my axis,
twinkling little giants trembling
in the wake of my immense gravity,
my selfish hands pull and reach for
these orbs of light, wanting them all
just for myself, core of cold ice
engulfing and destroying and reducing
love and life to empty nothingness
as i consume and consume and consume
but the sun still exclaims their radiant glory,
the galaxies still quiver in their tremendous vitality
of stardust and beauty and their confidence,
the universe still spins and grows and breeds
all these fragments of infinite infinity -
remind me of my colossal insignificance oh dark star,
for with the billions of star-showers
the gentle warmth of the rising sun
fills my tired, cold heart with radiant joy,
the morning dew glistens with the colours
of the rainbow, carefully twinkling under
the golden hues, dotting freshly matured
leaves as diamonds on this ring over my
left hand, a promise which rings eternal,
just as your reign over this body of mine.
the birds cry their morning plea; melodious
etudes of the new dawn ring like wedding
bells, the soft echos of their love song
rejuvenate my shell of exhaustion as the air
brims with joyful exhilaration, sizzling with
the energy of a thousand suns. yet, it retains
the lightness of a million feathers, grazing my
flushed cheeks as i lean into your being.
take these hands and lead me
to the windows of your soul.
in those autumn depths,
let me find myself in these pools
of rich amber, glistening with
the splendour of a thousand suns,
of great mystery and beauty
which cannot be gauged by
worldly measures alone. let me
be the subject of your gaze,
sweet and dripping with honey,
hexagons moulded into crescent
moons grant me the tenderness
of a mother to her newborn child;
i experience gentle affection,
through these all-seeing orbs of yours,
i bask in the gentle warmth
of the morning sun, lying in
the embrace of a million roses,
steeping myself in the fragrance
of an eternity coming into full bloom.
the peak of one's life unravels
in a magnificent display of vitality
and passion, as every fibre of my
young soul is elevated to another
heaven; heart soaring into the
golden glow of the new dawn
before weightlessness overcomes me,
and i sink back into my gardens.
the radiance of the sun,
nestled deep in this hollow
cavity of mine; one which yearns
to see the glorious rays of a hope
left forgotten. a delightful warmth
spreads through my fingertips
and is bursting at my seams, filling
me with such beauty and splendour;
one which pours eternal, everlasting
admiration for you,
you,
you,
and only you,
as i bask in its serendipitous luminosity,
before i inevitably melt away
just as the wings of icarus,