In the Firmament.......

I know you are there
In the firmament

And its only imminent

That I’ll be there with you

With nothing to repent

Without the weight of the past

Together in the present

Not even a future to comprehend

Just you Just me

In that brief sparkling moment

I still wear your love

Like a precious ornament

That led me to my descent

Exactly as I had hoped

Because I saw you in the firmament....

....a matter of routine.....

The vast expanse of solitude

Thoughts of life and thoughts of death

And everything in between

The moving hands of the clock

Coming back to where they were

Never moving ahead to thirteen

Was I running too fast

Or was the world passing me by

That remained to be seen

Maybe it was all an illusion

Maybe it was a rainbow

Maybe just a smokescreen

If it hurts so much

Perhaps I am still alive

Or perhaps just a matter of routine.....

The Forest Knows....

The forest is wide

calling to your inner child

The child’s been long asleep

even as the teardrops fall from the sky

letting the forest weep

 

The forest always knows

what comes and what goes

But something remains buried deep inside

something holy, something evil

its forest’s own secret to hide

 

The forest is indulgent

to the dangers so imminent

Hiding within layers of green

and islands of blue

lies a false sense of everything serene.....

With your hand in mine.....

In the hustle of the market and the crowds


A moment of forever with your hand in mine


The mass of humanity with its virtues and vices


The  glory and disgrace of the past


The  joyous prospect of an enticing future


The pulse of life - throbbing again


The letting go of everything and the letting in of everything


With fear, shame, anger, excitement and bliss


Giving in to love, Giving in to you


I cried......

Building bridges to spring....

Carrying their twigs, the sparrows sing

Building bridges, to the lovely spring

Winter’s woes have passed

Balmy days are here, at last

Soft meadows and a sky so fair

That feeling called love… in the air

Two days short or four weeks long

Who can say as you while along

February….sweet and small

It’s the greatest month of all…. :)

And the poet died....

The glowing moonlight

Had barely kissed the high tide

When he took his last breath

And the poet died



A poem left incomplete

A pen, with the ink dried

It was only expected

The poet would have died



They all came there

From far and wide

To grieve over their friend

The poet who had died



Aggrieved and amused

They sat beside

They knew they were the reason

That the poet had died



The winds still blew

And the bells chimed

The poem was alive

But the poet had died



And as the glowing moonlight

Bent again to kiss the rising tide

They looked up and wondered

Had the poet died?

where you belonged....

I didn't let you down

I didnt lead you on

I didnt hold you back

from where you finally belonged....