Fog

A godly sight
As I look down
Cold witness of a ghostly world
Caught in the mouth of the monster
The nothingness before
The nothingness after

A pale absence covering all things
Canceling contours and erasing hills
Taking away all substance
From this world clinging on
To its transient reality.
A floating wisp resisting the annihilation
Just like a fading memory.

Universe

The whole of the sky
Is looking at you
The ancient oceans
Keep rolling their waves
Upon silent shores
Of star-born pebbles
And of consumed bones.

The echo of the hills
Stretching up and lying down
On the horizon line
The soil and dust and sand
The water and the wind
The stillness of the ages
Through the dance of the tides
The ocean machine
The heartbeat of a God.
 

The mad waltz of the Moon
Around our little rock
Our little home spinning
Shaking and tipping us at times
Into the darkness and the frost
Of an unknown infinity
Another trip around the Sun
Mere unrecordable
Celestial brevity.
   
All this going on around you
Your little dramas and sorrows
And to the day you join it all
Again
Your puny spark of selfishness
And desperate individuality
Finally blown away

So you can humbly return
To be a part of
The universe.

Hold Me

Hold me.
Like some driftwood after the wreck
Like a parachute
A candle in darkness.

Hold me.
Like a balloon on your birthday
Like a promise to a child
A promise to the dead.

Hold me.
Close enough for our hearts to touch

And hum and sing to the same song
And silence our enemies Time and Space...

Hold on.

 

Please just hold on to love.

Insects

Weigh your worth before the eternal beauty of the Universe
Bow and kneel and beg to let you exist a little longer
Insignificant speck of stardust, barely a breath
In the scale of Time and Space and other things bigger
Than our puny little minds and desperate little gestures.

Horizon

Some bones are better left quiet
Untouched by noisy memories
Unshaken by our pining life
Just to be forgotten

Because soon we'll be dust clouds
Undressed of our skin and scars
And heavy brain and leaking heart
Ashes somewhere unseen

In silence
Joining the layers
Making up the line
Of the horizon.

Being Human

Remember the days the horizon

Was but a hair from your head and the sky

A gentle mouth from above

Kissing your brow.

The sea and the waves used to mirror your fears

A delightful crescendo of things

Too big, too deep, too human to handle

Crashing on your brain, crushing the illusion

Of peace within.

I remember the days your skin was a wall

To scratch and hit to try and peer through

A box, a shroud, a promise of loneliness

Forever anonymity and silence.

Remember the days your hands and your heart

Could speak not in words but in a stronger tongue

And it made you bleed, and it made you smile

And it made your life worth the strife

And it made your life worth being that short spark 

Sprung from darkness, thrown again into dark

Bright but for a breath in the cold loneliness

Of being a human, a temporary work of art.

Oath

I promise I'll forget
About the skull under my face

The eternity after me
The presence of the absent

The oblivion to which my name
Is bound and imminent

And who I am in my body
Forever to be encased.

Forget Me Not

I have been sleeping here

Under the birches that lined the way

To nowhere in particular

I lie in the embrace

Of brambles and weeds

Where sunlight

Is never quite invited

But where small miracles can take place.

Because I left
A long time ago.

Gone are the days
When the wind carried my voice

A breath across your brow

The sound just like forget-me-nots

Sighing in the oddly still air

Of another sundown.

Because I went
A long time ago.

I'm barely a part of this world

Ground to the thinnest state of existence

Not even white bones in a box

Under a faded stone

Not even a face nor a scent

In any mind alive.

Because I was
A long time ago.

Ashes in a dust cloud

As someone walks over my grave

I rise again for a short while

Please try to remember my name

As you tread softly on my bed

In that place where birches line the way

To nowhere at all.

Because I died
A long time ago.

Walk in the Woods

The sound of my feet on the ground

A faint whisper, the breath of the dying

The time and the impact

Of my stay here

Barely heard

Barely seen

And gone already

The lines around my eyes

And the weight of my skin, my bones

The slow pull of the ground

Of the things beneath, the call

Hungry for me

To turn me into soil

The shiver every night

One day closer

I get no consolation

From stardust and celestial tales

Nor wind nor rain nor stone

The terror of the flesh

The horror of the mind

And no God to embrace and tell me sweet sweet lies

From Eternity, no comforting smile

A cold walk in the woods

Naked and half mad

No path through the brambles

And no escape from the wolf.

Marching on

The air has a smell again
A flat world swelling with relief
Waking shivers but a big smile in the middle of the sky
for Nature hates being idle too long
And is rubbing Her hands
Like an artist in front of a blank canvas