poem – Page 3

The cat cheese fest

Strings from the branches
Different cheeses from each string
The Crackers await
We partake in the cheese fest
Cats fight for tasty

Golden flecks of light
between the light and shadow
Finding love for me
The stars surpass their beauty
As the clouds move to the sea

travelling to and from
this super commuting life
longing to see you
in a moment on the train
Assure me work is worth it

A man stands by the sea,
looking at the lived years.

Soft twilight contemplation,
knowing the end is close.

The horrors he committed
are etched into orange skin.

His black tar beating heart,
little blood left in his veins.

All he longs for is to cement
his legacy with destruction.

Lofty green-stained cliffs
rising up from the cold sea
Wind-swept and Foggy
A bonny girl calls the sea
Bring a man full of rare moss

nature’s harmony
musical notes from the plants
guided by the Bees

Each day, grey hair falls from
a place once full of colours.

I am reminded of invisibility,
the way I fade into the light.

Within the moon’s darkness
I become increasingly visible.

The garden knows who I am,
and a soft breeze touches me.

The moon and I, we made
a pact of sorts
within the depths of the night.

She, the moon
takes my invisibility from me,
for words with her.

Our discussion ends by the
movement of many clouds.

A breeze becomes a wind,
to accompany the thunder.

The fallen grey hairs begin
their journey into the night.

I enter the house of words,
to travel the colours of sleep.

When the grey of day arrives,
from the moon-lit night,
our words will carry me along.