Tag: life and death

Love falls silent
Like an autumn leaf
The two oak trees
Drain the skies
Bruised with light

Purples and ochre’s
Drown the earth
Writhing in agony
The cobwebbed spirit
In the thin broken wine glass
Tasting the autumn wind

Love, inside out
Nothing to say
The dew of the morning
Whitening the grass
The fallen, fading acorns
Form the substance of words

That cries out, that cry out
Against the doors of death
Where autumn leaves sweep through
Dragging the pain in the heart
Into the dark hall of night

A loser’s love vanishes now
An unspoken word perishes
A word fought for endlessly
The glowing embers of winter fires
The ashes of the night
Sleeping by the window
The splatter of rain unheard
The howl of the wind
Cold against the indifferent skin

Wake up, wake up, its morning
Go down into the cold rooms
Draw the curtains
Still, the stars shine out there
Where the old shed decays
Unable to endure any more

A Company of starlings appear
Manoeuvring across the lawn
Pecking at the little things, the worms
Take them – take them all
As a few yolk-yellow flowers
Lie broken on the borders

1999

As stars glide through time
Leaving golden children in the stardust
As suns sing choruses of love
In their blue skies of eternity

Life will weave across its steeping stones
A silver-cobwebbed mist
Where a girl dances in a trance
Improving upon the nightingales song

Midway between the stepping-stones of freedom
And a stepping stone of love
A warship passes on its way to the front
It casts a cold dark shadow over her sweet scented skin

And a trail of blood flows from its stern
Under the water emerge the faces of all those to die
In the war torn way across the world
Hers is the only song they’ll hear

Afterward there is the living anger of the skies
That dies down around her figure kneeling in the spring meadows
And then a peacock-coloured sunrise heralds a new day
Across the hardened frost laden empty lands

They take you
up to the green gate
Then through the gate
And they leave you there
In the great fenced estate

Where a densely packed crowd
Mill about
Then where all the animals
Sit and stare
As the tightly packed crowd
Climb the stairs

And no one yet
Knows you are there
Amongst the millions
Of dreaming fragments
Amongst the millions
Of detached fragments
Amongst the people
Who are waiting
To go to heaven
To go to the bus station
To go to their destination

Crowds of fragmented souls
Crammed inside
Behind the fences in your head
Looking with your eyes
All of them
Looking with your eyes

And how they move
Like a landslide mass
How they move
Like a swirling wind
Like the white tide
In the moonlight
They fall like sticks
Upon the beach and standing up
They start to move inland
Looking for God
Looking for heaven

And no one there
See the gates
Or your parents
Waving goodbye

Then you never see them again
Perhaps they are here
In dream Eden

You wake up in a dark ward
You wake up in an alien place
Your bed is a hospital bed
And your face is your own lonely face

And does heaven
Even exist for them
and will they have to start again
in a another time and place

Into eternity out of the egg
The broken egg
That leviathan left
Amongst the bitten bones
And the feathers of fallen angels
Amongst the rocks
And the gravestones of battleships
Will they start again
Or do they argue
Do they fight
Amongst themselves
Do they point the finger?
Like in the revolution
Have they let grievances linger
Do they forgive
In the judgment of mankind
Will they divide
Into warring factions

And you are glad
You are awake
And you are glad
Of your own lonely face

Your mind is still growing.
Dominated by the senses,
By what hands and feet do, by meal times.

Then without warning it will seem
As if you fall into a tangled bramble bush
Burning away in the night with fiery eyes.

Then you will carry your body in your arms to the river
Instead of your body carrying you.