Dark Black


How I wish I knew the mind

Of that that thought up humankind.

What, if any, thoughts were thought

To create this battle we all have fought?

What is the point of this short span?

And is each pain part of the plan?

What of those who suffer dear?

And those that live in constant fear?

Is it a test of hope to find?

Has all this really been designed?

And if it has then what of sorrow?

Should we wait for more tomorrow?

Will we strive and conquer time?

Or just repeat this pantomime?

Who was the illumined mind?

That thought to name us humanKIND?





For David


Skies strewn asunder as winds chase tails of day

You in the corner just staring time away


Fools dancing circles twisting every chance

Your shadow on the stairs ... perfect quiet dance


Light breaks silence beating steady heart

You still in the corner wishing wings apart


Water falling upward as pages lighten grief

Your shadow in the trees … perfect skylight thief


Whisper winds at sullen seas as leaf-like clouds collide

A perfect you    A perfect shadow   held tight deep inside





Crying the Call


For the shadow falls as the

Pendulum swings

And lace-laden light in memory sings


Slowly hands join in weathered

White silence

Passing peripheral whispers of violence


Time tidal traces trawl from

This shore

While waste watered warriors wallow in war


Failings forgotten in forgiven truth

Lose their grip on the last lines of youth

Wings that once flew now still without sound

Breathless yet beating in the sky underground


And waters that dry in the drought

Of lost years

Seem saltless and pointless in time-tested tears


For the shadow will swing and

The pendulum fall

As memory makes much of life’s final call.