Coming back to old beginnings,
soul on a platter,
eyes on the road,
past rivers and mountains
and trees and lakes,
the rising heart of day,
the comfort cold of night -
all seasons here forever,
past fears and hopes
and loneliness and dreaming,
the diamonds hidden in the grass,
the dragons soaring high,
all sounds and sights a whirl of perfume:
I know these footsteps and this [...]
I am drawn to darkness
and the night has always been
so kind to me.
The shadows of hunter and prey:
well-known,
well-documented -
as an absence of form
or turbulent rain;
a silent gutter,
taking the confessions
of a dying addict
or the weird, obsessive clamour
of sirens
and the shocking, blinding glare
of tomorrow’s wildest finds.
(The wolf returns:
the unlived dream & wakeful dragon -
and, like the stages [...]
I write this window. I write the light that falls through the curtains. Behind the curtains must be a room, where you sit at a table: a pen in your hand, a notebook before you.
You write me. In my dreams you write me.
You have no name - not yet. You have no age, no colour [...]
Your body, like the morning breeze
that finds the shoreline and the lake
and sends the gold-dressed reeds a-shivering,
now moves and parts the wrinkled sheets
that make our bed the surface of our dreaming
and like the sun climbs up again
and gathers strength at midday’s meet
to touch the lake’s cool surface sheen,
your hands and breath now open me
and bind [...]
It is that time of year again,
it’s spring again
and songs come out to sing again
of life and love:
all things to do with hope again,
while on the ground
the branch that did escape
the wind and rain
of last November
to hide beneath the white
and soothing snow,
lies naked now,
lies dead and bare
before this new assault
on our awakening senses.
I look for [...]
Open your arms,
like wings,
like a map - in mid-flight.
Come for me,
like night,
like these roads - outspread.