gazing upwards

 

pale in the east this cold morning's false glow
inky clouds hold no promise of more rain
the week is ending without loss or gain
our time may move but it moves very slow
high in the air circles the hungry crow
which sees humanity simple and plain
and bears a final answer to all pain
yet cannot tell us what we need to know
i look for shadows and i find them deep
enough to hide whole worlds and yet quite clear
that there are places where darkness won't lift
my mind insists that what i need is sleep
the clouds move swiftly through the chilly air
and through warm memories i still must sift

a feast of echoes

 

the bell we hear is not the truest bell
drums beat and violins expand the sound
music and heart in unison will swell

the joyous tympani can't sound a knell
rhythmic perfection shall old pain confound
the bell we hear is not the truest bell

the truths discovered we now must not tell
honour and justice will our words impound
music and heart in unison will swell

richness and depth our warmest thoughts impel
the greatest mountain is a gentle mound
the bell we hear is not the truest bell

we may not recollect what just befell
nor any treasures that we may have found
music and heart in unison will swell

there's not a thing that we would buy or sell
instead we'll make a stand upon our ground
the bell we hear is not the truest bell
music and heart in unison will swell

presage of winter

we count each cold word
the leaves turn brown red and gold
autumnal blossoms

soon sun won't warm hearts
swiftly winter approaches
stark grasping branches

wind in the pine trees
promise of frigidity
waiting for new spring

summer terrifies
with flattening waves of heat
but winter's evil

we name each second
knowing how quickly they pass
time soon reaches end

in the dark wood

 

only in shadows do we dare to dream
haste renders void with one actinic flash
we can survive without the golden beam

truth has no colour falsehood has a gleam
what glitters most is the foulest of trash
only in shadows do we dare to dream

respect what heroes a fair process deem
and never yield to baton nor to lash
we can survive without the golden beam

sewage is sold us as the finest cream
against a rigid wall we have to smash
only in shadows do we dare to dream

the angry river is no precious stream
upon its rocks the fragile boats will bash
we can survive without the golden beam

plain honest truth is just another meme
the thing that truly matters is cold cash
only in shadows do we dare to dream
we can survive without the golden beam

antonomasia

 you are a person
in your hands i place my heart
you'll keep it safely