Dear Friend


You stand there

 I can see you waiting

You wish for me to say that I do not see

the glossy eyes and sunken cheeks

Years of pressure keeping you there

Sinking into the silk sheets

Your perfect bed of despair


I wish that I could stay

and melt the past away

but my fire cannot catch

that which does not exist

There is no wicker for this flame

no fuel to turn your demons to ash


Wade into the water of your tears

Let the waves toss you about

Be done with the days

For they were done with you long ago

Just some distant land you didn’t know you had sold


Dry yourself with your hands

but know that it will take a while

So just lie in the sand and leave a print

worthy of my shore

The Mindful Eye


I saw the golden light

creep along the leaves

and I cried because it was so much bigger than beautiful

so much more than the prison of a word


And I cried for those who can not see it

for those who will never know

the way the light dances in different directions

a symphony that will never be seen again


how sad for them to have missed this

how wonderful for me to have seen

The Day


I sat upon a day

and the Dawn flinched at my weight

“How heavy you are my dear” it whispered

“Lay your burden onto me”


And so I breathed a sigh of relief

and gave birth to a terrible storm

The clouds circled, catching my cries

like a desperate child, seeking sustenance


And when it was finally over

my eyes skipped around wildly

Expecting to find the damage

and stumbling upon a rainbow





Cherish me like a firecracker

one spark and I’ll explode

shards of me lighting up your sky

like a distant rainbow

long-forgotten in an ancient fairy tale


Oh how the magical creatures would dance!

Weightless feet on undisturbed leaves

Olive green trees on the stumps of red oak-

Bleeding sap making tears of their own

My story is not a one so unique

that you should turn away from me


Tis an old tale in a modern world

where skyscrapers do scrape the sky away

And me,

too loud

too colourful

too many shapes and patterns you cannot name

Dance with me, be my fairy prince

Walk a weightless walk

Dive into a dreamless sleep

Bathe in the falling olive green leaves

Ignore the red tears that trail the trees


The path that lay beneath your feet

is one of cinder now

the clock struck midnight

and the owls came out

Another page in my ancient book


No more colour to light the sky

No more rainbow to pave your way

You called Time a clock

but it is just Time’s tool

And I’ll wait for you at the top of the steps

shoe-less and in rags