In the garb of a question

In the garb of a question,

is this night cloaked.

And as it masks the days from before,

It reveals a promise of a forever to come.

Let me then take your hand, my love

And let this not be just another moment

But instead, an epiphany

Like the one I had

To a newer place

With a stronger hand, still mine

Let's wager against troubled times

And win the benevolence of fate; faith.

In the garb of a question,

is this night cloaked.

A question to you,

A question to me,

As to unto each other many a times we did

Lying side by side

Under a moonlit, cloudy sky

Unspoken, Unanswered

In the garb of a question,

is this night cloaked.

So give me your hand,

Your love, your strength

And lets reveal this Sky for all that it can be

Let this question now be asked...

Rambles

Once again,
I don't know what I'm talking about


Once again,
I'm sitting by myself by a cold window


Once again,
The night ends peacefully as the birds awaken with their soft cries lulling me to sleep


Once again,
I refuse to be bothered by the mockery of the music




Once again,


I'm comfortable again

My bitter muse

My muse,

My bitter muse

Far away from me,

and with worries without.

I call you now,

to share with me my window sill

and last cigarette

See the night,

through the lazy smoke.

Now grey. Now blue.

See the sorrow,

that you no longer know.

as the Moon sheds a tear,

like you once did, before

Feel the cold wind,

as I smile,

through your hair in my eyes

And turn to look into yours

To find a cold stare,

through the smoke of my last cigarette

Now grey. Now blue.

My muse. My bitter muse.

The First Rains

My eyes watered

As the first rains,

of this night now,

burned through my memories

I remember now that night,

Moonlit and blue.

A fiery passion flowed as we kissed

like the stream upon which we stood

I grew then, slowly

to want and love you

But hurting still,

from yesterday, and the distances of today

I wavered, incoherent

Now, I stand

Weak and wavering

Unable to hold on

To these first rains

Rambles

It takes but a moment

and a while away

to change the colour of the day

and blissfully do i see

a pale gray

from yesterday

come here then

come into my arms

and smile

as you go away

again

Rambles

it's easy

to go on like this

as if it were all the same

the same hands

the same brains

the same you

the same I

the same Moon

the same Sky

but this is worrisome

i should stop

and not be anymore

me

Rambles

hush...

i hear a whisper

of women

crying into the wind

in the hills

mourning

the rising waters

and imminent drowning

of their dwelling

hark!

here comes another beginning

be aware

women of the hills

cry within

you must begin

to drown

and your methods

too

Rambles

let's bother ourselves then...

with sensations newer. brilliant more.

let's feel.

the night

unfold

bright

light

borrowed

from before

'moonlight'

she whispered

her lips

glistened

in it

and i smile

eyes

at her feet

too

Rambles

how about a tune?

i'd like for you to hum me a tune

it can resound forever

it'll be beautiful

and wonderful

like it always was

and we can paint the seas blue

and white

and make believe the endlessness extended

and attempt walk upon it

upon the sky

or so it seems...

told you so, didn't i:

nothing to say. really.

Rambles

Speak now, o unknown Self
Know the light within, abound and distracted
Reflecting
Upon endless ends
Of time
Of space

I see, the blindness looming upon my eyes
Allow my revelation, o Moon
Allow me
To see


Cry within

Illuminated Dreams II

Sleep well, and dream of the unknown that I yet am
And let me be, there, with you, illuminated by the moonlight that falls ever so gentle on your sweet, sleeping eyes

I can hear you speak now,
I can hear your soft whispers,
Whistling through to me,
Upon the seemingly, unseen wind,
That I see

Illuminated by moonlight

Illuminated Dreams

Moonlight upon my face,
Upturned and creaseless

I remain thus, as hours pass,
And the night softer becomes

To lull me asleep

To see,
Illuminated dreams

Rambles

What's the point?
Of glancing upon the hands of time,
As if they would stall
And say, hey!
Where'd you have me be today, my friend

Perhaps, a moment with yesterday

To live, once again
For the warmth
Of fingertips
Trailing upon palms
Mine

It's lovely, isn't it?
The eyes that speak
With images of worlds
Soft, and wanting

Moon, begone
Want me not
Let me forget, destiny
I cannot attain

Leave me be, with my Sky
I concede

As the Moon leaves the Sky

Half a Moon
Red and risen
And as we pass,
I find a reflection
And I find it go
Kissing the waters,
Kissing the mind

What of you, O forgotten Moon?
Begone, leave no fiery trail
Of passion,
Red, across the Sky
Your reflection,
Red, across the seas


You have left me afore,
To rue
And you rise again,
To leave me lonely
And cold

Blue at dawn I have been,
As the mists do clear
To reveal the Day,
That I fear will arrive


Why must I fear, O Moon, for you?
When you love me no more
Let the Day be mine,
To caress and embrace

Let me not shroud myself in mist
That you leave behind

Rambles

Look there, yonder
Where the stares of mine
Have burnt a vision
That I see
That you do, too

See, what appears from within
A sky
New and blue
See it swell
See it swallow
Hell, and a loss of tomorrow

See the green that screams
For caresses it needs to feel
The touch that would trigger
The new world that may be


Hush, scared little bird
Hush!
Let your wings be the sky
Warm the seas and the lands
Let them be your child

Bring them to life
Bring them to me

Drowned

There's this one thing that I really love,
With it in my hands, free, as it makes me
I describe to myself that which I yet may not understand
Still, it flows
Like a mighty slow river
Eating through lands vast and varied
All powerful, all conquering
Yet, seemingly lazy and unmoving

As am I, I would assume
Latent, passive, seething innards of confused turmoil
And I attempt to understand it not
But, instead, choose
To go with the flow


Isn't it pretty?
As you look inside and see,
Muddy worlds of blue and green,
Stirring, now, to reveal to you you the visions you see
Revelations! Them all!

Rise above, now
Look from above
Fly with the blind sky, and see me smile

Within, without
It's lovely, look about, won't you?

And they rush within from underneath or above
Greedy green, weak supporting brown


Seeming slumber, you perceive
And I smile mischievously
With wanton leer and sudden glee
As you bathe within
Shedding bright inhibition.


Come, let me awake and warm you
Bother not with memories
Of paths straight and blind
Waver with me, as you realize - my awakening


And she laughed madness with me
Her naked arms, gently caressing my rising self.
Touch me, once again, my love
Feel my senses envelope yours
And realize the magic that I am.

But fear she did, the rising waters
That excited and fascinated, could not abate
And rage and rage it did
For days and nights
With a madness intense and confused
That frightened even the Moon and the Sky

But the love that died,
Was never again found.

Rambles

Thunder!
And the greying of the day, a premature twilight, happens
I await the lying rains.
They lie.

A single bird did dare,
To unruffle this untimely night,
With scared, unsure call.

I hear you, O friend.
But I fear too.
So I sleep.

And pretend.

The Stain Remains

Red, red stains on green, green grass
Remain, still
Unwashed by the sky, and loved by the Moon
Illuminating, once again, visions witnessed
Of you and I and that strange Motherless night of stars

Where we walked, then, on this soft, dewy green
'neath the deep blue night and the Moon unseen
Yet we could see,
Our naked bodies and the crystal waters beside

And we did bathe 'neath the celebrating night
With soft damp caresses, exploring and heightening needs of warmth
As we draw closer, to embrace, once again

Your fingers through mine,
You lead me out, into the warm night, upon grass green
Where we lay beside each other, as I kiss you gently upon your lips
Till the Heavens bless us with a sign
And I understand

We made love through the night and rain
Leaving behind us the warmth of the morning
And red, red stains on green, green grass


I bend now to caress these stains that remain
And am filled with misery and pain,
For you shall be beside me nevermore


For the Lord above did envy,
Even as the elements around did Him defy,
This state attained
Of Oneness, so above His own

And He struck his own child, you, my love
To leave me with only memories
Standing, sullen, gazing upon
Your red, red stains on green, green grass

The story of the spider

The spider, one day, awoke too soon

Looked around himself, to find him all alone

And, perhaps, resigning to the state of his fate

Closes his many eyes, one by one

Till for a moment, they all remain shut

And he sees in this darkness

Worlds of webs intricate and magical

Like none he ever made, like none he ever saw

And twists his fangs, into what may be a smile

Thus did he open his eyes, all at once

And 'lo!

Afore him did he see

A see of mosquitoes, invading his privacy

With sadistic smiles, and echoes of mocking cries

As they did then, in their own cruel method

Fall upon him, and sucked the damned venomous juices from his fangs

And spat into his nether crevice of silk

And sucked from his body, their yet-undigested brothers

Thus did end, the Story of the Spider

As said by impromptu I

This hour ends

I wish now, to caress your gentle smile with my own

To hold in my embrace, the warmth of your touch

To cry into your soft love, and seek within it, my own self

Or, perhaps, to just stand by your side,

Holding hands, and looking around

To see a perfect world mould, from ashes that once were

By accord of its own

As if the Lord above could see, and finally bless

This Love that He once did fear.

I open my eyes then

And look around to see,

The deep blue night, and its darkness imposed

Because the Moon above cares for me no more

Telling me, sardonically, with its profound absence

Of this wretched Hour that Time speaks of

And so, I cry silent tears

My love, I do yearn

But can live these moments no more

So through this night, through this Hour, wish to sleep, to escape

To rise tomorrow, for you

By your side

When I can

This sleepless night stirs

With visions of forever, and sounds of the restless around me,

I cover my eyes and pretend sleep

Only to be disturbed by the winged caresses of this wonderfully patterned moth

And awaken me, she did

Beckoning me to rise, and follow

Through dark passages that forever did surround, did she lead me

Guiding me through, her soft glow defiant against the night

Touch gently upon these walls, also, did the tender light of my friend

Blazing, ever so dimly

With reflections of all I have seen

In the night of this Hour

But the pain of the memories writ upon these walls, that flicker, even with my heart

Do fade away, subdued

By the grey lull reflected off the motherless night, that I, with awe, do see once again, as we step out, away from yesterday

And once again, am filled with hope

As I, spellbound, see my friend fly into the night, to become one with the eternal stars, to help soften this night

To help see, you, by my side...