Young Traveller

Gunpowder sky-sharks

Spun, crackled; are gone

‘Neath their magic sparks

We laughed, loved and shone.

But this is silver time

Passing on by –

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The Eyes of Night.

      What colour would I choose

For the eyes of my night?

That first-time, last-time,

Never-to-be-seen-again time light?

That appears only when the mighty

Winds and powerful wings

Of vacuum-space and eternal time

Throw dust-and-crystal shards

At the limits of my knowledge; those

That are the too-near boundaries

Of my massive ignorance. Lucky to be

One of many sometime-intelligent observers

I am, nonetheless, very alone in this crowd.

Feted, reluctantly, as master of phrase and

Meaning, I am unable find the appropriate word:

My brain too flooded with majestic dark skies

That sparkle, shimmer and shake without sound.

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11/8/2013

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The Helmsman’s Hood

The biggest truth was
The first one we lost;
Oh so casually –
The first of many that,
Even now, are
Slipdripping through our
Ignorant, care-nothing fingers.
We mend the irrelevant barricades
(Too foolish late),
The nets, bait the
Big, hopeful hooks with
Embroidered versions of our histories.
The helmsman’s hood is filled
With gracefully spinning stars and wheels;
The captain keeps a useless log.
“Lack of knowledge is
Lack of power …”
Masthead albatross, feckless,
Greedy wide-winged messenger
From the long-dark night
Is fond of chanting.
“Lack of knowledge …”
Do we blindly believe again –
Or open our hearts?

10/2/2013

Rocks That Float

Huge time-passing rocks

That float, like clouds

In a sea of grains.

 

Friend of the sands,

Whose carpet is

Knowledge and fire

Following invisible corridors

Written in the stars –

By the winds of histories,

And faith.

 

Desert camp, Jordan, 16/10/2012

How Much

How much you know –

You, the powerful, the ungodly –

We can never guess.

But

Be careful not to use

The nows

To judge

The thens;

When, we fervently hope –

Things were different enough.

 

We huddle together,

Innocent comforts,

Waiting for cues

For clues,

For bones.

 

5/9/2012