Asleep with your eyes open,
each bubble forms with a thought inside.
Between two states of mind,
bubbles are forming and cluttering the house.
Awake, you dance around
the house, popping and sampling your thoughts.
My Season
A wild rain soaks the ground,
the wind whips the rain coming down,
the temperature drops down.
My beloved winter season,
I must bid you farewell once again,
to welcome another spring.
I will miss the cold winter nights,
yet I must let you go,
to move towards the north again.
A Sea Composition
You cast a spell on the crowd
with the rhythm of your metre.
Your words danced around the hall,
whooshed into their ears like waves,
galloped along wildly in their minds.
You spoke the last few words,
no more than a sea whisper.
A Modern Druid
From home to work, there was no warming up. Cold from the inside out, yet warm to the touch, something old and wretched continued to burn within the old Druid’s skin.
Hungry and cold, when lunch arrived, she ordered a cheeseburger with extra pickles and then ate it at her desk.
My Ghost
A house by the sea,
full of one ghost.
She lives with me,
my gaunt, tired ghost.
I see her during the day,
I see her during the night,
she lives with me,
for I am this very ghost.
Seasons
Come away with me in one season,
be with me throughout countless seasons,
stay with me through the seasons,
let’s die together with the leaves of Autumn.
My Love
Dancing sunlight on your hair,
the smell of sandalwood in the air,
I swear, standing there, that there
is no one more beautiful or fair
as you, my love, standing there.
Something Sweet
Winter’s twilight.
Oh, grey and dull work day,
go away and leave the rest of today,
for I wish for somethin’ strong and sweet!
Childhood memories of creaming
soda soft drinks and sugary spiders.
No longer a child, yet naughty feelings
set in with the grey as I drink my stout.
Be My, Be Mine
Be my companion
Look to me as your lighthouse
through good times and bad
Be mine until our ship sails
from the shell-covered sea shore
The Call of the Sea
Another transient weekend
replaced too soon by the
jealous work week.
Barely rested from last week,
the new work week takes
away our day at the sea.
The sounds of the old waves
moving towards the shore,
enticing us quit our jobs and
flee the neverending cycle.
C & K 