Shard
Where did the school boy go?
With his scraped knees
And too big clothes.
Where did that smile disappear to?
With it’s missing front teeth
And happy residue.
Why did your innocence leave?
So curious
So perfect
There was nothing you could not achieve.
Now I see hate in you.
Burning with a yellow light.
Why does it shine so very bright?
Your mangled heart can still beat.
It will feel again.
Let it’s shattered doors open.
Let it shine again.
Stars
A vivid tapestry hangs above us
So full of life and light
An inspiration to us all
Of our inconspicuousy
Great orbs of fire!
Far off galaxies!
Each that hold a thousand secrets
Comets chase one another into the night
The sky spirals with each season
Moving, turning, on and on
Yet still in graceful silence.
Listen.
Do you hear the night?
The soft singing of the stars
The deep thrum of the moon.
It is wild out there
Empty
Distant
Like the depths of some vast abandoned ocean.
Our eyes are attracted to the light
The mystery that shines above
Great diamonds in the black.
Yet diamonds are, and will always be, devoid of any life
Old Soldier
Broken body,
Shattered mind.
The scars a war does leave behind.
Unsteady hand,
Hard gripped crutch,
Simple tasks are now too much.
Dread of nightmares,
dread of waking,
Signs that your strong grip is breaking.
Tight shut windows.
Double locked doors.
Wishing for a life once yours
One step forward,
Two steps back,
Will this world forever stay black?
Hopeless grieving.
Empty spaces.
Nothing will ever fill their places.
Fear I’m fading,
Can’t hold on,
Why should it get better with you gone?
Lost in darkness,
Lost in pain,
Lost without the light you gave.
Happy Life
Dance in the moonlight with me.
Swim in the deep deep sea.
Laugh to set yourself free.
Hide with me in the orchard overlooking the brook,
No one will find us in our little nook,
And there we can start our own tale in this stroybook,
You’ll be the queen, I’ll be your king,
We will be crowned on the first day of spring,
And there, under the twilight sun, I will kneel down to offer up your ring.
You’ll be delighted.
I’ll be excited.
We, at last, will be united.
Then comes the long years of love and joy,
A chubby cheeked child sucking her toy,
Blue buntinng strung high celebrating the birth of a new baby boy.
We watch as shoes grow to small and play turns to study,
Attentive to listen to sobs, to clean up knees muddy,
Wondering when the time comes if we’ll be ready.
Now we sit, still arm in arm, as loved ones bustle about us,
Content to lean back and simply enjoy their happiness,
Smiling at how life has become so beautious.
All work is done.
We have had our fun.
And when morning comes, we will be gone.