Golden lava-flows of stars plunges in waterfalls over the edge of a bed. A faithful fan performs its Sufi twirls cloistered, as is proper, in obscurity. Whilst the guitar whispers love songs an audience of plants listens in silence. Soft cotton covers hug my naked skin like the warm touch of an absent lover. GratitudeContinue reading “Autumn Bedroom”
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Orphan (Revised)
In a small waterfront bar in the old Cape of Good Hope, a place created by the gods for lost souls and orphans, we drank warm melancholy cocktails out of old bottles wrapped in cheap brown paper bags to hide our sin when your soul unexpectedly spilled in from the cold dark rain. A thousandContinue reading “Orphan (Revised)”
Weeskind
Daar in ń waterkant bar van die ou Kaap Die plek van verlore siele en weeskinders. Drink ons warm drankies uit ou bottels, begrawe in goedkoop bruin papier sakke. Jou siel val laat nag in uit die koue reen. Nou kyk ek hier op na die ope blou hemel, ek onthou, maar wonder oor onsContinue reading “Weeskind”
That Thing
That thing lay trembling on a cold floor The final desolate implosion of despair Alone Forsaken It called for succour but you did not hear It offered a hand to the abyss you crafted Weeping Terrified That thing grew ancient and then perished there The closing recital from the ghoulish elegy of faith Silent LifelessContinue reading “That Thing”
Love
Once loved Not to be unloved But preciously kept recorded with words and songs moments timeless as a soul A pearl bright as a moon reflecting the sun Strung around my heart a guiding light into the unknown.
Fleeting
I hung my love with care onto soft white edges of spring clouds floating as waves crash rhythmically onto ancient shores wondering if the peaceful breeze will be a companion to my sun or disappear with the clouds and your love fleeting to unreachable lands
Night Music
A violin breaks open its heart in the light of the dying moon releasing its mournful weeping into the abandoned city night. The voices hum with the drums holding the cold hands of winter dance in dark fearful corners tiptoeing over my sleeping skin.
Let It Be
I say let it fall let it burn let the smoke rise tears in our eyes I cry shoot me beat me cut me down body to the ground Truth watches silently pantiently removed from you and I
Abacus
I calculated it all on my abacus A middle beginning and end of you & I. Trying to find breakeven points on a scale of life love loss
Leaving
I’ll turn into autumn leave blown away by the cold wind out of sight where I can decay & die an unwanted memory feeding your green shoots
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