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