the last

the night is still
memories, long and flooding
glowing with a heavenly flame

she is of the here and now
the smiling face
that tries to comfort me
in this nameless place

the secret has become too hard to bare
because of these emotions I can never share
nor even escape in sleep

I wonder if it could be any other way

I'm fighting with an illusion
whose love is for another
but she takes me to her bed once,
before I disappear

dawn is a new moment
the discovery of who I am today
I play the hand that's dealt
hold the future close
as for the past, I shed not a tear
as the wind whispers in my ear
driving her name from my head

yesterday's dream

yesterday's dream
stretches and bends
making its way through the trees
heading towards
the beautiful face
it saw in the moon

an approximation of roses

an approximation of roses
fifty cent plastic bubble ring
the repetition of love affairs
beginning and ending
because the conclusions always had to be drastic

a blessing by a bum
has become a quest for a home
but no roads lead off this rock
and tomorrow is a long time away

guilt is an undertakers sigh
right and wrong are words with small letters
and have no place in a love that has
no regrets, no apologies

another summer moves through
my hat is hung on the day after tomorrow
and what's behind a locked gate that has no key

drown

the waters draw you in
until you're deeper than you can stand

submerge yourself

frantically flip until disoriented

propel yourself to what you hope is the surface

emerge towards the stars
and the night air that is cooler that you remembered

BEYOND

Below is a poem from my book Love Is A Ghost Thing. If you enjoy this one check out the book. Just follow the link provided.

BEYOND


Lick the eye with love
Follow with a long silence
Step into the void
Dream it all again
We're composed of white noise
Midnight is without dimensions
The center is breath
Flesh, a mere memory
Bones, now dust
Spirit becomes unchained and all seeing
Infinity for a few precious seconds