Désert I like to lie on dew-kissed sands and stare at the morning sky, watch wisps of white on endless blue and let the day flow by.
12.04.2018 07:13
Pillar You killed me with your words wrapped in love. You cut the grass from beneath my feet, chopped my ankles in one clean stroke. Your voice, relentless, never broke. You took me down in one fell sweep, like an uncanny master of an ancient art. I watched me fall one thousand feet, watched ground […]
26.07.2017 08:17
Journey’s End (The Other Side of Nowhere) The shroud of years past clutched in its fold Worn pleats of paths forever etched Sweet lines birthed from some delicate mould Now by Time’s hand craftily stretched To fight by day and kneel by night’s light Mourn lovers lost and offspring strayed To grasp at Time’s raised […]
14.07.2017 12:14
A writer’s harvest Dead they lie ‘neath your leaden feet Strewn o’er Time by a careless hand Once vessels of treasure replete, Now maggot-filled shells on barren land. No wish how strong can bring them back, No sorrowful desiring Can raise to light those in the dark Hold off heavy suspiring. But show your hand, […]