Closer Still

A clouded bridge, no signs convey
A misty bed, a river dead;
The air’s too still and earth tranquil.
How soon to a broken end?
Eerie, eerie, step to miss –
A word to pass in sight to crave!
Heavy with heart’s turmoil,
Ruins to leave with rising stead.
Chances meek to time’s despair,
Closer still the awkward wall;
Chained to length by mystery,
Strangers till the solemn fall.
Wordless whisper if floats with stairs,
Newel top or to scaffold tall,
Concealed temptation no greater nigh,
To stay beneath, to stay unloved.


Times afar

(originally composed in 2009)

Black eyed damsel look around,
Living in one prayer all along.
Brightly laying the days received;
Playing too far to belong.

Once a night, once to see:
A single life dawn thrives,
Taking, breaking myriad lines,
Touching the aching self to thy rise.

Times afar deep within holding up
All that can ever be; sprouting,
Flowing, like ocean weeds breed,
Soothing they seem, enfolded to swing.