Twenty Years Old
The moon pales the sky,
the trees shimmer through the emptiness which is us,
green memories, lost worlds,
hold together as birth and hope grow in one seed,
tangled in fear between the pink rain,
appearing in my mind,
as silence settles this existence.
I travel nowhere but everywhere,
in the desolation coping with isolation,
then the crowds bring warmth, bring harm,
no time to fall but to keep going, going through this stream,
like oarsmen at the oars,
cliffs hanging off cardboard horizons,
with the waves lunging in, warmth, sorrow,
as the yellow light copes with the situation.
This great void shudders,
as loneliness falls into places that I knew years before,
shallow earth's meet, times collapse,
as this sky calls out names of every lost soul wandering,
have I a place to go, the stars blue and shining,
views, recalling me, me, me and nothing, back to me, and what I need
from me.
I cross past their paths,
my mind loses all sense of purpose, meaning,
shall I go ahead,
there to that distant line, too far,
it removes my feeling, true to reason,
as leaves crumble, vehicles turn sideways, the pavement moves,
mighty sea,
rush, rush into me, lose, lose me, keep going, keep going on.
Purple sunsets, joining in with letters, spoken not heard,
burning movement,
as hurt is only feeling in this memory,
Turns around to lost sunrise,
a birth of what, in rock carvings,
blue sky,
red earth,
forged mountains, only you, only me,
repetitive vowls, hidden into survival.
Pain,
moves like fire through deserts hidden in sands of belonging,
where water is dead amongst a sea of mystery,
cold rain, rubbing across lands,
forgetting who we really are, for seconds it disappears,
Surreal summer, singing bird appears,
into moments, laughter out loud, in covered wings, which dance at
slender night.
The Ships...
The ships are like sand which run freely to another land,
silhouetted by the waves and the breeze,
If time is an ocean then I'm a wave,
moving briskly along the depths of eternity.
The joy of the leaf that falls and travels amongst a sea of illuminous words,
The poem that descends into dreams that remind me,
of shores of arrival,
and I'm longing to salute the evening and morning stars.
Where the sky develops into living statues,
which form and engulf the sleepless night,
These clouds are flying were only birds dare,
as my soul slowly rests tonight.
Found Clouds
Time floats down
Into the midst of busy streets and star-crossed lovers.
She left him standing there
Under the moon and all that love.
While the world turned
She broke his heart.
Cars beeped and children ran.
Flowers blossomed through the night.
Birds sang and coffee poured.
Laughter. Morning chill.
There stood that man.
Winds of Time
Moving past torchlite streets,
Into streams of forgotten lips.
That spoke once of love,
Now wandering endlessly without hope.
As the water pours out of the night,
Not explaining where we went wrong.
After so many songs,
The lips and streets are one.
The lights engulf the scene,
People speak in different languages,
Of life and love lost, forgotten and everything,
As I disappear once again into the stream.
I’m drowning into the night,
Resting on my last hope,
That one day I’ll see the light,
As only the darkness carries on.
Through good times and bad,
Longing for eternal memories,
Landing in youthful and older ages,
Muttering prayers in pagan churches.
Breaking the silence of forgotten words,
That keep you going on into the mist
Once young, now old,
Lost and found in lands of gold.
As we laugh and cry,
About the mystery of it all.
Crying for the wild strangeness,
That beholds us all.
As the winds of time resonate,
Into me, into you, into everything,
That means nothing,
Like the moments that meant something once.
Tomorrow and Forever
I flew through the memories,
Collecting my past like it was more important than the present.
I arrived at the future,
In deserts of loss and lives of love.
Out of forgotten hope,
And needs of freedom.
I rushed to shores of longing,
And left homes of mourning.
For everything is right,
Tonight.
And everything is wrong,
Tomorrow.
Life is transient,
We are here for a while.
But that while seems to last,
Forever.
Jigsaw Fields
Jigsaw fields,
Clouds of many faces,
Making shadows into the night.
Cubist fields,
Installation clouds,
Making waves for the aeroplanes.
Forget and Remember
I swam through the crowds,
Of London’s eternal togetherness.
Sang for the glory of love,
In rain clouds and the past,
For freedom and hatred,
After we’re all gone,
There’ll be a new beginning.
Gravestones of remembrance,
Lost forever,
Under torchlite skies,
As the shooting stars die endlessly,
Forgetting each life,
That graced this earth,
As only the laughter carries on.
Forgetting the past,
Like memories in the sky.
Wish this life would get better,
As the dreams rush by.
For freedom and for love,
For remembering the dead.
As the years disappear,
Slowly your smile turns into fear.
Through fate and through passion,
In days gone by.
The moments we spent together,
Last like the stars in the sky.
Circling like birds,
The paths we have tread.
Forever recalling,
Forever in our head.
Found Clouds
Time floats down from sorrowful clouds,
Into the midst of busy streets and star crossed lovers.
She left him standing there,
Under the moon and all that love.
While the world turned,
She broke his heart.
Cars beeped and children ran,
Flowers blossomed through the night.
Birds sang and coffee poured,
As laughter surrounded the morning chill.
There stood that man all year,
Growing old and full of fear.
As time pulled him towards those clouds,
Never knowing when he’ll be found.
