Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.
Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.
I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
My heart stings tonight. I’ll remember your incredible mind… piercing blue eyes, that laughed and danced, as you told jokes,
She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,
The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,
We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,
Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…
To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
