A certain faith

 

Memories are why

I discover

What the future may hold

In keys to the past

An inexorable path

Laid well before

And it draws in

The breath to go

Like the breeze

This journey

Into the setting sun

Which may explain

Why the dialogue has run

Dry as the bones in these clothes

Or help the release of sorrows

That agonise and slow

Departure beyond

And what will then be known

That is not already shown

Can I answer

In my wonder

Wandering away

A certain faith

A belief in myself

And will hope still lift

Its shiny cup to my lip

Let her too take of its fill

Not run aground

Be drowned

In the melancholy and fault

But find

In the immensity

The intensity

And truth

The soul gives to love

The Fatalist 

My thoughts are as deep as the Mariana Trench

Too deep to dig fully out and lay open upon the surface

Open to the surface that comes with you

The face before my eyes staring into a space beyond that which your shapely body occupies

A face that says so much without need for words

A face of composure and quiet determination, of sensuality and allure

Evokes in me a longing

To taste your ambrosia

And be fed like a god

But we are years and years and years away

And so in free fall I climb

Back into rooms I ought maybe not be

Talking to a vision that knows not that I exist

But oh that touch of you

Reverberates and tingles

Boiling blood and nightly fireworks frame the darker hours

Dearest apparition

Release me, resist and free me from this convolution

I am long moved

Let me now be gone

Ode to Obel

 

Stuck in my heart

A tear that will not fall

A blood red sky

That is all

Stands apart

 

The everyday hanging about

Too much to go with

Took away what brought

The being free

Made the melody 

 

Tragedies, this is ours

The whiled away hours

And camouflaged truths

Abundant kisses could not quell

The undercurrent

 

Swiftly the end

On the wind running

Ever more days

Moves ever apart

Gone to the ground

Buried in memory

Copyright 2016 John Williams