It's a cold bitter day
the wind bites like needles
head held low, wind chimes
beckon from the open fields
to the shelter of his elders
woods, a cabin quaint and humble
place enough to potter and mumble
where he kneels beneath the smoke
stained stone vent.

kindle wood in hands to light the fire
helped on by his old leather bellows
a gust makes good the flame.

with time on hand and pipe on lip
he lays right back and takes a sip
old man brent demure, content

Truth ... do we want it
why do we bridle magic
and ride with closed eyes.

In a pack of cards
clubs spades diamonds and hearts
wait with baited breath

Lady luck arrives
to shuffle them upside down
keeping her secrets

Kings may lose their heart
Queens might shed their diamonds,
Clubs spades are laid down

What Fate may hand out
is as mysterious as
life's uncertainties

black room
and beyond white window
the thin shade
blurring the shapes
drifting

overcast
and settling into the low
front moving
slow

dialing up the numbers
with easy fingers
and looking at the
crack in the wall travelling
from the doorframe
to the lamp hanging
down

not expecting
me
not expecting you

ringing
ringing
ringing

...

Puppy on the lead
I hold her so close to me,
never break our ties

I see a loneliness in your eyes
and I don’t know what to do
I know you’d like to be different
but then you wouldn’t be you.
You just want to be the same
as your friend’s appear to be
but you need never feel alone
when you have a friend in me.

Sometimes when we’re together
I see the sunshine in your face
then something takes your mind
to a different and darker place.
Perhaps I say something wrong
or maybe it’s other things too
but if you talk to me, I will listen
and bring the sunlight back to you.

Slowly through the dark,
on searching foot
and wondering eye.
Await the call of the morning lark
to loot stars from the sky.

Frigid winds bow 'round,
without effort,
sweet on my skin.
They've peddled down to meet with the ground
a-saunter their shy din.

Each day a new life,
which, born to us
we should cherish.
For we know we shall not meet here twice,
only once we perish.

Wake up.
A face, half burnt, I can feel the where the flames danced
The other half turned stone, petrified.
Fall.
Static snowy television skyline
Fizzing fades in and out
Rising and falling like the tides through the night
The ringing of bells, adjusting to the time
There is a river running through us, a violent maelstrom of love

In the Silence

In the silence of the eerie night,
As the breeze rustles
Through leafless trees,
The sound is eerie,
Totally different,
As if there were no trees.
Life as it is,
Was a lonely pathway
Open in desolation,
Upon those deserted sands of time,
Totally mistaken for peace and calm,
I was walking in the midst of darkness
Totally unarmed,
When I was blindfolded
And taken,
Ah!
A case of being mistaken

and in the time it took..
I watched the gentle curve
or your cheek
the shadow neath
your jawline
the swerve of hair
in the lights

so much gleaming
in the quiet gleaning

and the jumble of the day
lingers in the stumble
the stars like jewels
shine
and ermine winter
lays soft across
the years

and catchs frozen
all the tears
of the frustration
of the rage

and so it is
that here
where night
will find
my footsteps