Forbidden Christmas

The murmuring dead warning who appears,
Expecting shadows to fearfully call to me,
Lurking eyes becomes sharp as night comes,
Stretching its chill like a forbidden Christmas

The hidden haven wait to sound the wind,
Watching glowing outstretched leaves sigh,
Quiet gusts of eery wind becomes deep sleep,
Beautiful crystal eyes speak to the quiet forest

Futility

The image of my bloodshot, sunken eyes
and mask of apathy.
Holds my attention as it flickers
into being on the television screen.
It exists in the pauses between
the news bulletins and my regularly
scheduled life.
It ephemerally blinks out,
overshadowed by the mundane
of the world.
My ears exist to hear the exploding liberators.
My eyes exist to be awed by the price of the freedom toll.
My mouth shocks others into existence.
All fail at their duty save my hands.
My hands do nothing.

TIDE

Since I left
Where you are
I have made a lover of the sea.

And on the shore
I dance
Back and forth
As the waves caress my feet.

I open my embrace
To the swelling tide
As the mighty waters
Move through my soul
Like a lover
Returning

Turning

Back and forth
With the gentle rhythm of the waves
I dance.

TEARS

He lies asleep

Fast in her embrace

As soft tears fall deep

Living, breathing

He sleeps on

Her tears break the bond

While the connection is gone

He barely stirs

As her pain is released

Broken echoes

Of times gone past

In shapes of crystals

Liquid diamonds break fast

All hope is dashed

Her body quivers

Racked with sobs

Face pressed against neck

Flesh to flesh,

Life to life

Tears fall still

Hope is gone

This life is done

The past is coming

But he awakens

Arms wrapping hard

Murmurs, whispers form

Tears fall free

Hope is gone

Morning is dawning

A new start, a new day

And he cries..

BLACK


Dark trees
frame the souls
of the graveyard.
Lively spirits
linger amongst
the comforting silence
of the stars.



REMAINS


In the void
Fluttering between
Alive and dead
Dissolving, deprived
Of your intoxication
And affirmations
A Melancholy cloud
Over my
Mind
Vapid nights
Fade
Existence heaves on
No longer alive
Happiness
Is a mask
Emptiness
Swells inside
Conquering with totality
Leaving me
Tattered
And marooned
Floating
Out of view
As a ghost

INNOCENCE

The dancer at the gate
of twilight
Sends his lust to
the tall man at the tower.

Walls stand while
wispy embers fade
on the thoughts of
our forgotten grave.

So ends lust
So ends love
So ends life.

WHISPER

The sound of a soft whisper drifts by your ear.
Turning slowly, your eyes meet vibrant eyes staring back.
A hand beckons you to come closer.
Moving slowly, not sure of what to do, you move closer.
Slowly, her lips part, inviting a new emotion to come into you.
Slowly, your lips meet hers.
A never ending form that has met again.
Starting slowly and then starting to burn white
hot.
Passion and love overpowering everything else that surrounds you.
All this goodness started by a whisper.

An Incident in Baker Street

The Thoughts of Doctor Watson.


Holmes and I had spent the evening discoursing pleasantly as befits old friends, we had touched on cases old and new and digressed to take in the history of Venice, the tragedies of Shakespeare and vegetable gardening. I then settled down into that familiar cosy armchair to immerse myself in a sea-faring tale.

No sooner had I done so than my ears were assailed with an irritating high pitched whining noise. I looked at Holmes who was looking down into the street no doubt trying to identify the source of this droning.

I heard a movement at the door and a light seemed to come through the closed door, the light grew and became brighter until the door could no longer be seen. We both shielded our eyes from this unnerving and unnatural light and when it was on the point of being absolutely unbearable it suddenly disappeared and in its place stood a man, strangely attired, but undeniably a man.

" Hello folks," he said " forgive the somewhat bizarre entrance."

We overcame our puzzlement and greeted him cordially and awaited an explanation from our visitor.

" Well, it worked." he said to himself.

" What worked my good man?" asked Holmes.

" My experiment, no, more than that, my life's dream......to be able to travel through time."

" Your.......what ??!" I asked.

" Yes I know it's not easy to believe, but allow me to explain."

This he proceeded to do and in doing so lost me completely with talk of thermo-nuclear physics and the like. Holmes was listening attentively, earnestly and asked questions of our visitor incessantly. From what I could understand so much energy had been expounded in propelling our friend back to our time that most of the world of his time had been destroyed and he was asking whether we thought he was still justified in his action.

I poured a brandy and soda for each of us and asked a question that had not seemed to occur to Holmes.

" Tell me, you say the world of your time is now no more thanks to your time travel."

" Yes or pretty much most of it anyway."

" And how far in the future have you travelled from ?"

He glanced at his watch, " Oh, about fifteen minutes."

Exiled................

IN EXILE

The newly harrowed fields
were sown with birds,
which fluttered into life
as I passed by.
Like waves of corn
as the wind blows
through it.
A feathered crop of gulls,
whose wheeling flight
and harsh calls
transported me homeward
to the widest skies
and the cold dark dampness
of sand painted a tone darker
by the returning tide.
homeward to the memory
of gritty sandwiches
on the breezy dry sand
at tea time,on a summers evening.
homeward to the fresh sharp seaweed scenting
the turn of the tide.

Ghost

GHOST


You slipped away.

A grey ghost in the twilight.

Swallowed by the mist.

I watched you go and thought

That was it.

But I was wrong.


For you return when least expected

A loving ghost

Gentle, watchful

Smiling benevolently

Never intruding or trying to speak.

Nor do I speak to you.


There's nothing new to say to one another.

In the silence we understand without words

And it was always that way.