Dusty are your ballet slippers
scuffed floors replace varnish sheen
we have danced the passing tango
haunting embraces quite the scene. Continue reading
In flames of tired contradictions
and spins of power lies
to find an oasis of longing reprieve
and ease our tear filled eyes. Continue reading
Hills call us along to somewhere,
along the fragrant pebbled shores,
to find a phrase for spending time,
and a dance through pretending doors.
Taking up where
call if you dare,
with a scent of mentality.
in loving calculation,
sad, to learn a sign
of gone moments well spent. Continue reading
You don’t paint your canvas,
around their corners,
fabric stains unadorned,
cut the periphery of your wailing paint.
You’re so saint,
we drink our wine,
and consider the colours, textures,
and brush you choose. Continue reading
Part One:::Bardian Angel
Leonard Cohen sang, oh, so softly,
in basement suites of nineteen sixty seven,
reassuring dreams for love so sweet,
on earth, below starlight and heaven.
Teenaged time unravelled with uncertainty,
between the sheets and war on fire,
answers were elusive, and sad at times,
searching laws and trails of desire.
Moaning called our hearts in the mourning,
gave us coffee at the brinks of noon,
we would never catch all of his poems,
the lock key, his silver spoon. Continue reading