I walk among you
But only few can see
The golden threads
That constitute all:
You – and me
And each of them
Hums its own
Fever pitch,
Emits spectra of colour
That evade the rich
Weave tapestries then –
Our lives intertwine
In mysterious ways
Who would know
Should they be divine?
In the shadows I play
And on the winds ride
But when it comes to
Bright light –
I would rather hide!
16.07.12
Written for my wordpress profile
Like a corpse I lie here in state
Just staring at the ceiling with hate
But the only sound in my mind
Is the howling of winds so unkind
As my eyes slide down to my nose
My vision pales out – to snows
And into the mattress I think
My body is starting to sink
Though my body is laden, as lead
There’s an exit doorway – my head
And it leads out into the wilds
Where in bright snows stands just a child
A gentle smile – spirits lift!
As chill winds toy with spin-drift
Over creaking, compacting layers
In the kingdom of the Ice-Bear
As crystals scatter and hiss
The figure is lost in the mists
Just standing – there’s no need to grope
Abandoning all, even hope –
But welcomes the pervasive calm
A kiss, as gentle as balm
Embraced by the enduring cold
Now the boy shall never grow old
Now snows silently fill in his tracks
As with the coming of ice my heart cracks
16.07.12
