She leaves me like a leafless tree
cold here as winter is coming
frozen Haar here strangling summer.
This year I’ve just made myself younger
And made a longer song for her, jealousy
has left me mask less sleeping.
She leaves me like a leafless tree
cold here as winter is coming
frozen Haar here strangling summer.
This year I’ve just made myself younger
And made a longer song for her, jealousy
has left me mask less sleeping.
Oh eyes so blue I came to think of you
No natural answers to your calls
I'm far too busy climbing walls.
Oh, eyes so blue, there's nothing quite so true.
And I
behind the trenches of my enemies
I fight with only my helpless heart
I drowned the foe in unnumbered tears.
I'm always ready for the revolution to start.
Some days I feel if I only forget my fears
I'll see your oh so blue blue eyes again
and again, they close so sleepy now
sweet blue as dreams abounds.
Daddy has gone to face the bogey man
you'll never, ever know.
He by Adam
Parry
Hidden in
the Haar's hapless caress
held up in
its raw embrace.
All else
invisible, but for
shapes in
this ghost brought to Earth
forgotten
here in the Haar
never known
unborn
undead
memories
frozen
thoughts
unexposed.
He, laughs
at loneliness,
in a world
of white
and then
the hands of sunlight
take his
into the
coloured in world
where life
belongs
and he
yearns for the cold fog’s lost embrace.
A little life
Life day-dreams
adds a new colour
blinks, flinches back, pairs up
all along a momentary blood-flow
cuts off from thought – sought out,
broken bits of sweet sweat
sit beneath the surface
as he languidly lolls
rolled up into reality.
One being
infinitely free.
Union Bridge. Looking Up
The starlings swarm
designing the day
beneath the Union Bridge
twisting
D
0
W
N
like,
secrets caught in a hurricane.
Dream carried
So strange this sleep
so strange this heart
I never asked for.
So strange these arms
these fingertips, that hold and touch
the Earth around.
So strange these eyes
these lips that smile so strange
as if a smile before had never been.
So strange this this sleep, dream carried.
I and you move together silently,
landscape lost within words.
Quietly we turn the final corner
where the rain falls less harshly
and the wind waltzes with ripped
newspaper, turning the damp script
over and over, up like a bird.
First touch is where we met, fingers
interlacing like a cat’s cradle.
I am lowered down to your lips,
Where I rest.
Breathing you inhaling me.
Lying with you we are cut out from
the wound of the world
and we dance suspended.
Our eyes lost inside of us,
searching out the steps of our first dance
that one we never learnt,
that one without music.
Slow silence re-joins us,
our hands holding us apart
and our dance becomes a memory
we remember together,
sharing the making of more as
I need your eyes before mine,
keeping you so close to me, your
words keeping you so close to me, your
words taking us, you and I, off
into our dance.