White journey

Hurriedly I walked
in a shawl of fine,
glittering air.
As ivory I stood
- a target, hunted
by the cool kiss
of the wind.

Ice in the trees,
mist in the air,
floating just out
of reach.
The church caped
with fresh snow-
a beacon of light.

I reached the end
of my road, just
before the tyres
struggled to grip
or the snow posed
a threat.

Innocence

'Dumb regrets;
red-glowing
the flames from you envelop me, even as
borne on from care to care, I near the sill
of sleep.'
-Umberto Saba, Ashes.

When I was a
pink fleshed baby.
I was speechless,
unable to hurt you.
My words were
light, bright-
unattached to life.
Alone they could
do no harm.

Only as poems
addressed to you,
do they cause injury.
As you try to read
hidden meanings between
the lines, although
there are none.
Everything I write
in black and white.
Is printed proof in
front of your eyes.
Undeniable.

If there was any place
which you could forget.
The broken pulsations
of your heart and discard
the sorrow from your eyes,
whilst you read.
You'd shrink into that
aimless embryo of a man,
lie once again in the
womb of your mother.
And forget that I ever
existed.

White Lies

'What I believe, I'll wail'
-Macbeth

You hate this time of year
when the leaves free- fall from trees
abandon their homes, displace order.

You despise the fading sun
in the earlier hours of dusk,
denying natures law.
Take it as a sign- a bad omen.

You cannot understood
that people change,
sometimes for the better,
sometimes for the worse.

You fear the trees
caped in frost, frozen-
crystallising a moment in time.
Proudly displaying; the unscheduled weather.
With no rules or prophecy.

Constellations

When a person becomes

entangled in your life,
sometimes the effect is

transient; like a star

falling from the sky

leaving a trail in the

night and sometimes all

of the signs are there.

However there are rare

moments when a person

becomes constant. Always

there in the sky and

everyday of your life

is spent turning away

from the one image glowing

in front of you.

There are people who

can cause an eclipse,

blocking your view from

anything and everything

held dear, tilting your

perception of the world

around so far that your

identity is lost within

the blackness of the world-

there are the rarest and

perhaps the most terrifying

people who enter our lives.

There are people who

choose to re-define you,

these I call comets- as

they come crashing into

your world causing utmost

destruction.

There are the people who

shine so brightly that

everything and everybody

afterwards falls

short of your dreams..

Cemetery

It's not a cemetery,

although the inhabitant is

a body. A shell upon a

beach, laying inhabited.

A shadow of darkness

signalling impending doom.

Air suffocating in mid flow,

lungs which have no desire to breathe.

Flesh that carries empty vessels,

a mind that won't wake up,

a denial to lie, a state of mind;

that will pass.. after all it's not a cemetery.

I'll learn to love you

“I'll learn to love you”
the words confirmed my
worthlessness.

“I don't want to hurt you”
but somehow you always do.

"However long it takes me"
What is wrong with loving
me now?

“It's me and you”
and change is inevitable.

I need to say to you:
“You shouldn't need to learn
to love me, that's the part
that should come naturally"

But I can't
because even words lose
their meanings next to you