Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,
I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,
To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!
Etched, in the valleys of the moon, staring from or to. Blazing the night, The autumn heat returns,
Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,
The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,
We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,
It’s the end of winter, The sun has migrated, Finally full circle, The weeks are the same though, sti… as I drive home,
Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…
Shackled to a yearning, Dripping face chin to the earth, Not buried yet, Nor glum nor trite, Earths pleasures,
I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,
You have to, jump in with the sharks. They won’t eat you, unless you let them. You dodge and dive,
There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,
The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,
I look out over the expanse of the… the lights forever glisten, gauging the distance between every… in houses with cutlery now clinkin… 7pm and maybe conversations.