POETRY

Though I am

Though I am old

I still search

In this world of doors.

Though I am young

I still search

In this maze of secrets,

In this undecided world. 

The Sea

The sea is what it wants to be: a calm friend, a hungry wolf.

For the sea has power beyond us that we can only dream.

The sea can be a howling lonely scavenger or a joyful happy pup,

But whatever it is, it is a powerful force.

The Search

Long we have searched these high mountain tops covered in snow,

While the wind is strong and currents are slow;

High peaks rest here among the domes,

In what is now our icy home.

Through rough and calm we’ve endured long on our own,

Impatient for the time that goes,

And for how long can only the watchers know,

To wait, to search, to find the hope.

The fire of life

The wings of flame;

The wings of life:

A world’s hope in dying embers.

The life that engulfs;

The life that gives:

The burning light remains.

A world of sin

The world of darkness;

The world of hate:

Where hatred speaks for everything.

An envy of life.

An envy of power.

A darkness of evil,

Of fear, of hate

Reaching out to the last stone heart.

Fruit of death

The fruit of sin.

The fruit that takes.

Cold as stone, frozen as ice

As it takes the breaths of the world.

   

The fire

The fire that destroys and kills

The fire that spreads fear

Searing and engulfing life

Burning till there’s life no more.

Alone

I walk these empty streets again

Stained with this hurt:

This hurt of neglect

That seeps through inside;

The pain that tarnishes this road

 Of happiness and gold.

 Now time has passed

And the people I was once with

Are lost in my heart.

The wanderer

My body is young, but my mind is old

Older than the flowering birch.

And in this forgotten youth

I still search far and wide

To find the place that once was lost:

Lost in fear and dread,

The place of secrets forever untold

And magic that hides at will.

 When my search has ended, I will be lost in that world

And forgotten because of this.

Lost for all eternity

And will ever be.

When

When your love dies,

When my life falls,

When the world gives up,

I do not cry.

I do not scream.

Instead I stay where I am

Alone and unforgiven

And watch as the world falls apart

Underneath my feet

whilst I stand unfaltering

Staring into the deep.

The Bird

In the dead of night,

With the crow that calls

In the marzipan glow that still hung in the air,

Stood a creature of feathers and sky.

Falling light could not penetrate

But dark wings absorb

For the creature of the dark could not die

Despite all the world’s good.