beyond cerulean

the play of light and shade is very clear
the frost has melted but the morning's cold
the lowing of the leaf-blower is quite near
the blue of sky is sharp and bright and bold
the light deceives promising to be warm
but drooping leaves another message give
outside the people walk with no alarm
even in deepest autumn hope will live
the year is turning fast towards its close
music provides a pleasant background noise
today however a single dark red rose
in its slim vase gives off a sense of poise
these words across the paths of space will fly
my humour like the day is cold and dry

the softer shadow

fragments of light and shade upon the wall
sharp and soft the lines at the same time
from trees beyond the last brown leaves now fall

the joys of autumn do not quickly pall
the heavy rain last week has cleaned the grime
fragments of light and shade upon the wall

evergreens line the distance  now stand tall
at last they have come into their due prime
from trees beyond the last brown leaves now fall

the train that's passing almost seems to crawl
 there's no ice now not even a thin rime
fragments of light and shade upon the wall

the very moment's passing seems to stall
the snail upon the ledge has left its slime
from trees beyond the last brown leaves now fall

our shivering minds a warmer time recall
the coming winter seems to us a crime
fragments of light and shade upon the wall
from trees beyond the last brown leaves now fall

infinite sky

brightness of the blue a distant sea
of air and light providing us a frame
a solitary avian passing wholly free
too far away for me to give a name
there is a shock at seeing other men
in such a quiet time of middle day
in solitary place i move my pen
a thought of light showing a better way
the sound of heavy feet is very clear
i think of messages and warmer times
there's a time to talk and one just to hear
we are now in the most desired of times
i turn my mind to all that i must do
and smile at all that i have now got through

anniversary

three years of such joy
each day a novel magic
thank you my dearest

joyful the action
joyful too is the waiting
being together

this is the purpose
to wait and live together
happiness exists

i thank you dear one
for this true liberation
living together

frustrate their knavish tricks

the plane that passes seems like a small toy
we hardly hear its engine's quiet beat
it's like the mad dream of an urgent boy
but quieter than traffic in the street
the content of the message that we learn
but nothing of the journey nor the time
something inside us must resist the burn
and let us know our choice is not a crime
the meaning's in the spaces not the words
communication is all that signifies
eloquence comes cheaper than the turds
and all we hear turns out to be just lies
behold the hero comes with sword of tin
our hopes have all been dashed into the bin

life is a jest and all things show it

eternity's the most absurd of all desires
nothing lasts forever not the universe
there will not be any everlasting choirs

at last they burn out even the largest fires
there is no sempiternal flame to nurse
eternity's the most absurd of all desires

we are not puppets see there are no wires
it does not matter if you bless or curse
there will not be any everlasting choirs

we make our gods up we're the greatest liars
it's easy to imagine what is worse
eternity's the most absurd of all desires

we'll end up in the same place as all our sires
our epitaphs will all be just as terse
there will not be any everlasting choirs

we do those things that life herself requires
commemorate our actions in our verse
eternity's the most absurd of all desires
there will not be any everlasting choirs

(no subject)

what we wish we know
will not happen still we must
go beyond the words

we desire to shape
dreams but then we discover
we cannot grasp them

all we can do now
is make our lives and actions
a memorial