Heed

the named storm wakes me
with its whistles and drones

I sit here listening
trying to remember its name

I forget
but did I really take much notice

so of course I haven’t forgotten
if its name passed me by

That crack in the ceiling
that scar in my mind
that sinking
… softness of you

once

it’s futile
there’s nothing to remember
nothing to forget

nothing

but once

Her smile eternity

I saw the light
and it was blinding
blinding to my eye
and then again I saw it three
in both which equal six

An image there I could not fathom
hidden in the veins
was it silver
was it dark
or was it Lucifer’s ark

Blind I remained
a few seconds more
till sight came back to me
and there I blinked
into her eyes
her smile eternity

Lucifer his light banished
his form hidden from view
for what can he
with all his beauty
offer mortal soul as me

for I am drowned
in human form
as we are all to be
except by chance
we stumble upon
a smile of eternity.

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How it is these poems arrive sometimes baffles me. Early this morning while drinking coffee in bed I read Mihai Eminescu’s poem Lucifer and those words sent my mind back to yesterday at the eye infirmary where I had to have my eyes photographed. Fully dilated, those bright lights dug deep into my skull. I saw veins and weird things for a split second or two and thought nothing of it until now except for her smile of course.

Candle evolution

I wanted to feel its creation.

It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.

I wanted to understand.

Cocoon

In this cocoon
I shield myself
from both darkness and the light

I shrink away
from all those, things
which suffer me to sight

I close my heart
my desires too
for what reasons I cannot say

I know your eyes
I’ve felt your heart
but here inside is a monstrous fay

A dewy rose of innocence
your soul of shade and shine
tempts this broken gate to avow

… but I am rusted to the bone

Darkness begins

Darkness begins
when the appreciation of love
falls away

it settles upon us
becomes a comfort
a knitted shadow
a perfect fit

We never truly believe
never quite fully
in the life of love
for to do so would negate
the existence of life

and there is the darkness
whispering
its secrets