I wish I could carve into my room

I wish I could carve into my room
The things I want
If only love was made of stone
I would be happy here

Home is like the paper
At the bottom of a birdcage
The river echoes
Outside my door

Like two cats
With thorns in their paws
We hurt for love
For its puddles of rain

Time passes
Through another tunnel
What do we feel
As the days slip by?

They destroy the bud

There are shadows on the stage of man
Who prune the branch of the rose
Who cut the flowers along with the leaves
So that no scent can reach the nose
And so the summer goes by
And many of loves promises die

The shadows paint the stage with knives
With loves blood and not true love
They wreck the course of happy lives
And hide beneath the assassin’s hood
They seek some sort of personal glory
In the death of love for money

And even embedded in the bed of love
Like, martial artists, they destroy the bud

Every second of every minute

Every second of every minute of every hour of every day
I tried to make you
Happy

Every day of every week of every month of every year
I worked to set you
Free

Though I tied so hard
you made my heart bleed
Looking at me from your songbird eyes
in the cage of my heart

Her heart lies amongst leaves

Her heart lies amongst leaves
Her green heart
Breathing and beating.

Her heart falls with the leaves
Her blue heart
Sleeping in snowdrifts.

Her heart, scented with pine
Is evergreen like true love
Her heart scented by lilacs
Is cooed to by Turtle Doves

So many hearts hang on so many trees
One falls for you, one falls for me

Her heart is pierced by sharp pine needles
The pine cone tells of cold weather
She hangs up there on her torture tree
For ever and forever

Her heart beats where leaves breath
Her heart beats where midges weave
A spark of love flies from leaf to leaf

No rain from heaven can stop this grief
The tree turns red the flames dance
Higher and higher in Autumn trance

17 April

I tried too hard to give you my heart

I tried too hard to give you my heart
The remembered days that live in there
The delusions that seem so real to me
The truth that seems a lie to you

I’ve preserved my sanity in a memorial dream
I sent it by spacecraft into my hearts endless space
In a metal safe box as hard as titanium
In a container as small and soft as a bird

I’ve tried to give my heart to you
Its dusty dark streets where children play till late
Its realisations about my cherished beliefs

Its trust in giants, in gods, and heroes
Though some of the blood was poured away
Thick and hot onto the sacrificial floor
This I did when I knew you too well

I’ve tried to give you my heart
To you who exist in thousands of disguises
I try my desires on you
You flicker, flicker, flicker

In and out of reality
Back and forth from your book to your overcoat
You’ve walked out the door
Before I’ve even finished and you’re gone

I’ve tried to speak truly of paradise
Though but a single candle flame of it exists
In all the world in its time and its space
I’ve known it, I’ve known it, I’ve known it

Ring Dove

Every day, every time I see you, you’ve changed, getting
older, turning into a Ring Dove. There’s one in my garden
now, a complete Ring Dove, round, fat and feathered.

Every time I see you, I notice the changes. Once you were a
shapely young girl, but now, I see your figure going; a ring
around your neck appearing; soon you will turn grey, you’re
legs will shrivel and grow claws; your bustle will grow big
enough to support wings; then you will find yourself in the
garden, scratching around for food.