Kingdom
And in this grand kingdom,
With spires of pages,
And towers of wisdom,
My solemn muse rages.
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Corpse
With death’s cold corpse astride,
There are no more tears to be cried,
So, for all my sins, I died.
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Hammering
And the hammering seconds,
Redolent of sufferings,
As mortality beckons,
For seasonal offerings.
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Symphonies
And what if we were symphonies;
Expressing our epiphanies,
So free of this constraint,
Muses our patron saints.
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Scattered
My fragments strewn and scattered,
I don’t wish to write of love,
With reason and hope shattered,
Alone as a wounded dove.
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Pebbles
As free pebbles do dance,
‘Neath water’s restless fall,
Shadows loom in a trance,
By rivers branching crawl.
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The Beetle
With such a great distance lost,
Disappearing by the moon,
As a beetle in the frost,
Freezes and dies too soon.
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Musical Seeds
Seeds of my music,
They sprout from the sound,
Leaves my heart musing,
As the notes play down.
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Writing
Writing takes away the pain,
Of sleepless nights up fretting,
Of the stabbing of the rain,
Of the thoughts most upsetting.
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You filled my pockets with tears.
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Sleepless
In the depths of night,
Restless and awake,
My eyes burn with light,
With no sand to take.
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Music
I drew a breath of music for you,
Whilst awaiting in the dark and cold,
My notes in the icy morning dew,
My breath a concerto to behold.
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