A fleeting glimpse,
the music of Angelo Badalamenti
playing down low.
I am in that place,
watching people with telephones,
ethereal women.
The horror of small:
exacerbated by her beautiful face,
falling in love again.
Category: Poetry
Love: I, You, We, They, This
I was there,
there in that place,
I was there.
You took my hand,
in that place,
You took my hand.
We were one,
within philosophy,
We were one.
They used theology,
torn asunder,
They used theology.
This is what we were,
killed for love,
This is what we were
and what we remain.
The Magnolia
I saw her when she was relatively young,
gloomy and sulking for the first few years.
I never thought twice about her and me,
the grumbles and gloom would pass away.
I saw her when she started to see me,
she had shallow roots and disliked the frost.
I never thought she would ask me to stay,
when she bloomed, she took my breath away.
Within the Trees
Walking amongst the old guardians,
the ancient ones who know all of our secrets.
Within the trees, we search for the old place,
where the water runs clear and blue.
Whispering trees tell each other their stories,
we find the lake in the starless night.
Wishing for a miracle or a sign from the gods,
the path of the Moonglade is truth.
In the Paint
A grey, windswept day
her world and mine collided that day
I met her on my way
to find myself in paint only for the pay
Shadowy grey, cold day
her face coming to me in a certain way
If only I had more pay
to be beside her soul and paint her day
Sea Colour Night
Flickering sea colours
Soft phosphorescent flickering, sea colours rise into the night.
Illuminous coral colours
Heavy, subdued, luminous waves of sea colours wash across the city.
Melting sea colours
Light meets dark between the city and the night.
Dawn
a soft summer dawn
almost perfectly moody
melting of colours
Flames
the indigo sun
scorching the land
a dispossessed heart
no more cares to give
the flames turn hostile
entitled to own this land
burning books is easy
a destruction of souls
satisfies a dark hunger
fueling the Flames
everything ends
not until the Flames find them all
Banana Chair
Cobalt blue to the horizon
the warmth renews
Baking on the banana chair
pale skin turns pink
Adorned in blue and gold
skin sparkles gems
A Bold Queen on the Nile
worshipping Horus
The water cools warm skin
feeling oddly wet
Reality seems too close now
neighbours’ hose
Persimmon Sunset
The light starts to fade early
Goulash and Spatzel
C & K 