Fainting

and if you should fall suddenly

into the vast cerulean blue

remember first to grab my hand

and i shall follow you

 

for the sky is vast this day

and impeccably alluring

my dearest one, let’s swim again

a firmament float enduring

 

and as the air grows thin

lips shall meet

and breathe me in

from giddy thought

to last embrace

consciousness slipping

you’ll see my face

 

Photo: Wreck Beach, September 30th, 2017. Watching seals.

The Prisoner

If this is the last sky I see

tell the clouds to taunt me not

and bring you here to me
If only as an apparition rare

cascading locks, sweet fragrant hair

our fingertips shall meet mid air

a final twirl

some whispered prayer

a serenade of stale despair
I’m roused from this tragic play

a key fumbles in the lock

you fade away
These prison bars will only hold

my remnant dreams or memory bold

for when the noose is snapping

taut

my soul shall soar

with ne’er a thought

Surrender

The denizens of my deep

feast heartily as I sleep

consuming fragments of dreams

tugging urgently at the seams

of my unstitched self

Had I but heeded the call

before the piteous fall

prostrate on hallowed field 

arms limp I did yield

to a destiny

deflowered

yet

sealed

A question of Fire

ωhat is this slow burn?

is it an ember that glows orange

in a cooling hearth?

a gentle breath to flicker

a burst to flame

yet shall it be grey ash

when time soon doth claim?

 

can tωo be ωarmed

by the burn of one?

shall fire reign,

or yet succumb

to ice

all quenching?

this poet asks you

 

pen

clenching…

Farewell Summer

My soul has reaped the late summer harvest
of corn

no longer plump

withered to a deep golden
of cherries

flesh contracted to the pit

rich purple bruised

rot concealed
of love

a dehydrated straw flower

of short lived perennial state

made more beautiful by intoxicating influences

and heady, hazy skies
Image of the delightful double straw flower “Helichrysum Bracteatum” as captured at Van Dusen Gardens, Vancouver, BC. 

Flesh Wound

After the storm

we find us

once again strewn on a distant shore

shivering

tending bruises

 

Yet this time

I lost a leg

my left

Luckily my least favourite

because of the toe deformity
You know I would have yelled

to high heaven if my right was gone

I would have blamed you for everything

The inclement weather

The rocks that smashed the bow

The words that deflated the life boat
But I stay quiet

I barely have a leg to stand on

After the storm

Golden

This molten orange evening sky

awash with thoughts of you and I

like treacle smeared on glistening skin

golden coats the warmth within

 

Herringbone patterned clouds on high

are ribs attended with soft touch sigh

as ocean rolls

wave upon wave

nature beckons

our hearts

to

save