In the long endless night
When I cannot sleep
I yearn for the solace of the daylight hours
I would rise now in darkness
But others annoyingly lie silently sleeping
Unaware of my nightly battle
Of my silent screams
Good for them
(I think not)
Yet I fear my movements
Would wake them
They innocently slumber
While I resist prowling
The dark and creaking house
So I lie awake
Listening to music
Not the soothing kind
Usually Meat Loaf
Or Guns and Roses
Funny how that sooths me
While the ‘soothing’ type just irritates
When dawn arrives
I finally enjoy a hot black coffee
Then slumber comes mockingly
And I steal the night time back
Or was that the cat
Wanting to go out?
April 7th 2015
When angry or riled I quench my passion in a poem
Like an arrow fired at the cause of my dark mood
Seething words freed into the universe
Now I am at peace
Now then tell me
Is it my words that have soothed me so
Letting free, letting go
Or was it my deadly witches’ curse that surely found its target?
And does it matter?
April 6th 2015
All that I love
I love the dark & I love the night
I love the beauty of a dragon in flight
I love the shadows and I love the hidden
I love all secrets that are forbidden
I love the draw of a demon’s lair
To live with the vampires
And not having to care
I love the seas when the tide is high
I love the heavens when a storm is nigh
I love to roam where the wild ones roam
To live with the old ones
I would love it so.
In my dreams of the darkest night
I embrace all that I love with sheer delight
The Time of Light
The time of the light is here!
But I am a creature of the dark; I cry.
Spring is here in all its glory!
But I hold the winter deep within my frozen heart
Rise up and sing the praises of the re-birthed light!
But I yearn the soul comfort of demons and spectres
Yay! The days of unending sunshine are here!
But I crave the doomed secrets hidden in the shadows of flickering candlelight
Bright beach days are ahead; don’t you know?
I plead with fingers clenched for the forgotten forests of my nightmares
The days ahead are sunshine days; days for play you know!
Please, please go away and let me be
Leave me in my darksome, sunless lair
And dare not to wake me from my eternal slumbers
Til winter comes again…
April 4th 2015
Something silly played on telly last night…..
Like an old scratched shellac record
Going round and around
Getting nowhere in a dusty old groove
Round and around
Over and over again
Echoing, empty words
Sounds of a bygone age
A cacophony of sound
That blanket ones ears
Out of time, dusty and worn
Yet round and round it goes
Same old notes
Same old song
Cajoling us to dance the dance
To play the song
To learn the words
To sing along
Round and around
A blunt needle spinning at high speed
Spewing out the white noise of inharmonious harmonies
I can no longer hear the tune or dance the dance
For my tune; my music is of a greater sound
Walking over to the record player I turn off the switch.
In another room
In another universe
The composers play on…..
April 3rd 2015
Steps on a Journey
Each step I take is unique
Each different from the one before
A small step that will never be again
And yet each step is life to me
Taking me to where I need to be
I cannot stand still within time
For my feet ever march on
My road is bumpy, stony and less travelled
Yet it is my road
I tread it as best I can
For only I know how
Am I going or coming?
Am I travelling in or out of the labyrinth?
Is destiny to be found at the centre?
Or at some yet undefined compass point?
It’s my road though
Through my life
Ancient steps trod before
With wisdom gained from wise ancestors
Whose own roads are forever etched in their time
I pause and decide which way now
There is no past
Only now and me
Time does not exist
The road is me
I am the road
The steps are mine
The road pulses as it twists and turns
Fresh and new and exhilarating
Spinning me around
Throwing me off kilter
Awakening me to my journey
I hold on to my life
Feet upon the ground
One small step
Unique and different from the one before
April 2nd 2015
I love to sit in silence
To surround myself in it
Envelope myself from the day
My bubble of silence is my world
And yet is a world so large, so expensive
That I am beautifully lost in the enormity of it
A silent world unending yet complete
Adventures begin and end in silence
As do dreams
The silent hills of destiny beckon
And who am I to argue….