I stand upon the unknown sky’s brink. Another journey about to begin. One foot here and the other closer to you. My days may die, one-by-one. But I will stay an honest guest, upon this earth. My mind unregulated by others, until the end of my journey. And when the dew-drops vanish from the leaves, and only passion is left. I will hold you in my arms, once again. The way a man learns to exist.
Looking out of the corner of my eyes. I see the joys of love’s offerings. That once gave me such pleasure. Ah, younger man I said. The spring was overflowing and the candle light never grew dim. Everything stretched like a single thread, nothing had a distant shape. And as the gracious Buddha smiled. There are the stones, your name and the faded flowers. A sweet fragrance now adrift.
A picture by my bedside. Good night, sweet island girl. I will write and sing forever. As those outside say “Better give up now”. And then inside sleep, my lips close tightly. But you are not there. My tears floating as a small death, I move on. Proud to be a lover and a poet.
Sheltering from the rain and birds that do not sing. I hear your voice saying “Yes, Yes, Oh Yes’ I take my pen and find my hand. More writing from the soul. Life is better than I thought.
You look so lonely standing there by the window. Alone in moonlight, surrounded by withered branches in sunlight. But still a beauty to see, a little light from a poets moon.
Is anyone looking? Does anybody care? I am transparent to the core. My heart wandering in never-ending days. Sometimes I stop where the river flows and the boats are launching. I think of you and that salt-sea tide. Full of intimate whispers and tints of sweet lust. On this autumn day, how brief my moment. Yet, so happily formed.
A world on a grid. With a cold sky that leaves everything dark. Most pass each other, unseen. Or follow at a stalker’s pace. But in the small margins. I love you, like some people love the dark side. To the moon and back – your touch, your words, your lips are light. As if there is nothing else at all.
I saw you in my dream And watched you. Like a cat observing sunrise. Outside the world moon black. Confined to the house. But the sun came over the mountain. Love birds made their nests. And the sky breathed a sweet relief – this is the way.
We run towards the streets. And most are happy beyond measure. But some have bitter faces. Watching everything glide in plastic beauty. Full of unheard springs, and their own fantasizes about love and sex. How will it all end? In rotting graves and the wordlessness of love.
The world before my eyes, exhausted. All day and all night a steady drizzle. The sun disappeared a long time ago. Who shall tell me the way? No one but my own true mind. And half of life and the rest of pain. The whole world reflected in my words.
A Wandering Poet 