In the loving arms of pain, I lie

The rays of comfort are an annoyance

The dew has rested here so long,

Its salty flood bears all that I am

The bright sun is unwelcome

A nuisance for the slumbering pain

Oh pull these curtains even tighter

For the sun of comfort is blinding

So long have I beheld the shapes,

With vacant eyes moistened with agony

The imagined silhouettes in utter dark

My company, my misshapen friends

To them I have innumerable promises

Pray, ask the sun to seek refuge in clouds

Let me sleep some more,

I must sleep until Sleep


Mist (ii)

The fog bears the pain of generations,

All hopes of the past rest in the lamp

The wind calls out to the dead

I breath a little, awaiting my call

The lamp is our folly illuminated,

Seeking to own the dancing fog

Limitless is the fog, a universe in itself

The foolish lamp is in egocentric love

The lamp is our instinct to limit words,

Words that change like the ghostly fog

Never enough, never too much

Always there, like fog on a gloomy night


I break a little every day

Only to carry on again

The path is littered with pieces,

Bits of my sanity I have lost

Some days I pick them all up

Marvelling at the sunshine that sustains

On other occasions have I stumbled,

Stepping on my own shards

So many times have I been pricked,

Returned to sanity by my broken sanity

Soon there will be nothing to bear,

Naught to clean from the narrow paths

These paths lined with unwatered trees,

In the city of eternal disquiet

Valley within (i)

It was but yesterday

You dwelt upon my pauses

The weight of imagined words,

Of myriad fancies haunted you

Today I am bereft of conversation

Unvoiced words haunt me

I yearn for what I know not

My struggle has been with myself

The endless echoes of my existence,

Are the unheard screams of the dead.

To live

Along the road are many flowers,

A farewell to the winter of hope

The spring of broken dreams

Mine, yours and everyone’s

Abandoned hopes lie lifelessly

I want to seek that light again,

The will to live a life

Even the abandoned hopes beckon

But I have no desire to heed

The wind kisses the broken dreams

It bears messages of insanity

In the spring of broken dreams,

I am the autumn of hope

Life this moment

We seek sanctuary from time itself,

When today is unbearable,

Yesterday is the embrace of love

A shelter from the incessant storm

Our asylum is so small,

A place of love we can barely see

An indivisible moment in a day,

A day in a life of years

Oh so poor are we,

Eternally misplaced in time

This treasure of years in front of us

Only a moment or two behind

Start here

You have much to learn,

The endless columns that stand tall

Ravines that burrow into the heart of the Earth

Streams that are the epitome of calm

Turbulent seas of mortal vexation

The hills that frighten and embrace

All this and so much more


Living inside none other but you

Shun the arrogance of understanding another,

Leave your ego at the door

You claim to give another all of yourself,

When you know not what it is

A brief thought

In the complete darkness of your apathy,

My cries light up the house

The lingering hope is my survival

A delusion to drown the silence

And so days go by, unvarying and unending

I know not where night ends,

Whence sprang the day I cannot behold

I know not which echo is hope,

And which one the fantasy


I have tarried in the tempest so long,

The clear day burns into my being

Joy only creates wonder

I take your hand when you need shade

Oh but bid me farewell,

I have novel worries to build

Come down on me, enraged rain

Wash away this momentary joy

I must dress to suffer anew


In the world of time,

Some of us are destined to lose

All that we have but for a moment

Is all we lose forever

Such agony we find looking back,

Such fears we grow, looking ahead

Oh but this moment we’re blind to

Here and now we are sightless

Here and now is everything