Love (after Frank Herbert)


Love bids me closer still, yet as I turn away,
Revealing my redemption from a wasted day,
Love holds me tighter, yet as I lose my grip,
A rock upon which sits my sinking ship.

I say to Love, let go and let me drift away,
Deserve I not redemption on this wasteful day,
I say to Love, no sin if you should lose your grip,
It was a different rock that sank my listing ship.

Love answers, I could let you drift away,
Preserving the redemption for a different day,
Love answers, yes my hands will lose their grip,
To pluck your listless body from your sinking ship.


Last breath


What would you do
If this was your final breath
And you had seconds left
And you knew?

Would you protest
Eyes wide with fear and regret?
Would you clutch salvation
With your calloused prayers?

Or would you remember 
The breath of a kiss against your ear
And your child’s trusting hand
Gripping yours?

Me, I would hold my breath
So I could throw down these lines
And give you this scrap of paper
To carry in your pocket.

There is no magic

Songs of the Everyday, Uncategorized

And you may scream the stillborn scream
And you may shut your eyes and try to wake the dream
And you might thrust your hand out in defiance
Or roar the roar of wounded giants –
But you won’t get your loved one back,
Or turn the grinning terror back
Or slow the fleeting second into precious minutes
Or turn those dying numbers into winners.
Alas, this clay may never turn to gold.
There’s no more magic in this world.

And there’s no god to interfere
To smite your enemies with love and fear,
At least not such a god, and not like that,
And no such devil either, for a’ that –
However many souls you offer
To put into their empty coffers.
Forgive me friend, but truth be told,
There is no quick salvation in this world.

And afterwards your daydreams will devour
What you’d had done with all those special powers
Or what you’d tell the grinning idiots the next time round.
But will it differ next time round?
You could be left there standing just the same
Your mouth will mouth those silent words again…
So come my friend we must be bold.
There is no easy answer to this world.

… I want to soar at speed across the valley and embrace it in one single gasp.
It stretches out beneath and in front and I strain to fill its depth and breadth.
But I know I need to descend slowly and on foot,
and hope that I can grasp a mere part
from pebbles, clumps of grass I see along the way –
And hope that I can still look up occasionally
from my stumbling feet
to see the horizon.

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