And when the fire burns
Midnight is along soon
To gather dust at each
New passing flickering
But hallows, charr’d so black
Keep an ever thoughtful glare
Amidst my burning fire
For me, I am midnight
I am the fire’s bare.
A rainbow has landed by my chair
Two shades clearer than yesteryear:
Many cuts more the wiser.
And to my right there burns a fire
So emotive I saw the sun
That held me up as rain came down
Floundered in the far off field.
Then in the soup I had not made
But sat down to enjoy
I sang a song of lucky chance
Though no hardship saved my rent.
I’d like to know what your skin feels like
Wrapped so close against mine,
A hide so eager for my sense of skin
Gently pulling as a great test.
Oh, to see what sensual emotions
Ripple to each sensitive limb!
Warms a fire within.
I’d like to know your skin
So each evening I lay beside
In awe I’d fall asleep amidst
It’s radiant pulsing from thy being.
Holy sense I have to find!
What could be life there by your side!
Could you allot the memory
I needed to be heard
A spot so deeply tossed upon
Your face in front of me.
I wore your smile
For ten thousand days
That floated me so high
Then I came unto a spot
Your memory remained.
Here I reached into my heart
I took out ten thousand bones
That piled into a pyramid
Which I crawled deep inside.
Inside here I burnt a fire
Three sticks I had been carrying
Once again I ran into
The vision of your lair.
You spoke in a way, so familiar
Comforting me a great deal
Until at last, hand in hand
We emerged from the pyramid.
Clear blue skies greeted us
We saw a wild expanse
We turned towards each other then
Forever knowing our zen.
Have you ever had the chance to leave your mind?
Take a running start and leave it down there
Magic in the heart and two more memories.
Makes me wonder where you’ve been gone so long,
Followin’ a path that weaves and lifts
Hollys and ferns and lichen too;
Rhythm and your blue and jubilant see
Fire in the palm of every river in you.
Happy is a guess I never dreamt for me,
I took another train through desert and stream;
Golden hours awaited at the end of a dream,
Though I never dared come again here.
Lonely is a story best served in the dark
That smells of an old wine and gold bound book,
Flipping to a page that never looked so good.
Words don’t make sense, misunderstood,
And a hollow in the voice that spoke to me.
Gibraltar in every step at the foot of the bed;
Carry it again for the weight in my head
Is following a noise at the tip of my tongue,
Carry me alone, so I’ll suffer there instead.
I’m not singing for my lungs
Though they burn with desire,
No, the sweetness has left me hoarse
That burns like whipping dirt
Blowing about this barren desert.
It used to come in fits
Where I’d collapse in imagined euphoria
I had never before experienced.
My dreams lay me still here,
Though I cry out
With the neighbours howling hound,
As singing awaits
Within the embers of my soul
My fire remain unconvinced
That this landscape
Deserves such escape.
These trees have begun to speak in many languages
To my ears that are listening to silence.
Each time Orion shines, Owl begs for a lover
While my tears dry upon my cheek
– Sap dries upon each tree’s wound,
For no wound is too deep to heal
– Though frost strikes into depths I cannot feel anymore.
Dog enjoys this silence, he hears it all
He hears what I cannot hear
Though my eyes they fight fire with his.
I leave my footsteps alone
And find a new way home, trees lead me there.
This treeline I never made yet live upon every day
Grows against my territory like Winter against Fall,
I have not become used to it
Eagerly entering into the darkened shire
With my heart freely beating against my lips
That keep pace with a dog, yet fearless
And listening to trees lead the way.