It May Be …

It may be that I am not completely lost –

Or, indeed that in obsession,

This state is ultimately desirable –

But I am on a route of love-stones.

To one side water climbs,

Sublime silver grace,

Down sheerfall rock;

Knowing, perhaps that its

Destiny is circular:

Confident that it will return.

For me?

Two more nights will get me

To the consummation bridge

If bridge there be

And I am gifted two more nights.

 

19/7/2013

Short Ain’t Always Sweet

 

hourglass

Sand that is not sand,

That will never be sand,

Representing time that is not time,

At least not time we will ever have

Slips out of hands

That are not hands;

The hands of friends

 -You know it as well as I d0,

As if this were happening to you,

Even as you read –

Friends that are not friends.

 

8/4/2013

 

When I Ask

When I ask,

And, at some stage

I am sure that I will,

Please don’t tell me

How I feel.

 

The shades of black

That holly leaves go

In full-night

Belladonna moonlight.

 

However I ask,

If I threaten, plead,

Cajole, sulk, make promises,

Please don’t tell me

You understand.

 

The kind of moon –

White-queen faced

And flat –

You get when skies

Are clear and honest-cold.

 

2/9/2012