The Dark Time

   

I saw the dark time

when it came again, my love;

I always see. Though you dip, and dive

and hide it from me, like a swallow in a midsummer

sky. I hear the dark time in your silent sighs,

I know its presence in unseen eyes; and there,

was a season, just passed,

of rain. Of thunder-clouds, that made you

roll in pain, of such undetermined kinds;

you laid you down with an unquiet mind,

and I felt it,

my love -

I felt the dark time, when it came again,

and the voice inside me called your name across the shining

night sky;

who came there, walking, close beside

a soul so heavy, as steel? Was I, and all the depth

I feel

to comfort you

to release and sleep…and to watch you dream. For no matter, the dark

times, ever, my love…in you

I will always believe.

Lighthouse

   

Buried secrets lay,

I know,

in the earth, at your feet,

locked and kept, in a treasure chest, from me,

stowed away,

like pirates, at sea through tempestuous

nights;

galleon, rocking, in the pale starlight,

and the sight, of land,

up ahead,

waves crashing, and a sense of dread, all hanging from

your life and limb…

But if I call you: ‘dock, and let me in’, I can make a harbour

of my arms,

you can shelter here, until the waters calm, and draw me

a map

to seek,

all the mysteries of which

you do not speak; and you can trace

the roads

on my skin – marking the place you should begin

and all those you must etch with an ‘X’,

sweet gems

and riches blessed, with the sacred

sign of a kiss: here lies,

under this,

a secret of the earth,

and the name of a god,

called out through the deepest fog,

to light the way,

it will clear and brighten the darkest day, and reconnect

ships that have gone astray in

confusion

and angry storms…

on the horizon, a silhouette will form,

a touch and an honest caress,

a lighthouse,

in the darkness, for solace,

in distress.  

Life, the Universe and Everything

Look down for a minute, from your solitary star:

there are mines there, of gold, I know,

but they are worth nothing, when you get to them, if you are haggard,

grey, and cold;

if your body stiffens and your soul is sleeping,

I promise nothing shines for miles,

even if you’re sitting on a moon-rock pile, with the cosmos

in twinkling

sight,

see: all that space-dust, will make you blind,

to anything but a sleepless night.

Endless space, only makes a cage;

if you never wipe the grit from your face, and your tunnels

are all the paths you can see:

the next piece

of glittering gold, there in the rock

to chip free and bring fortune,

like a river’s full flow;

but fortune is a wheel and a warning, you know,

she is a fairy,

of malice and spite,

who throws many a king from the greatest heights, with her clacking

touch, of bone,

Forget-Me-Not,

the simple throne, of the kingdom you already survey:

everything touched by the break of day, and the rise of temperate stars…

all you lay your eyes upon,

or embrace in tender arms; is an empire yet.

Look down…

I will leave the runway lit,

bright, like the jewels in your crown…

and at the end of the path, I’ll be waiting,

spaceman,

when your rocket-wheels touch down.