Month: June 2020

Under the roof,
beneath the rays
of the sun falling
in the western sky,
we found shelter,
celebrated family
and the home that
shall surround us.

‘I think dad is dying.’ she texted.
‘He was meant to live forever,’
I texted back to her and felt
myself sinking into the depths
of fifty years of friendship.

Fear of the creeping tide
runs the heart aground
in the dim and fading light,
on a dead and barren shore
it leaves no will to fight.

Too long the slumber
and the fear of the creeping tide
that stupefies the wonder
and the dreaming of stars.

Will you travel the highway with me
Though my name you do not know
Will you reach into the cold shadows,
Pluck me frozen from the snow
Will you pull the nails from my hand,
Wipe away the blood that flows.

Sometimes I want the return
of my possibilities that have been
eroded by the years,
narrowed by the failing light,
exhausted by the long road;
other times I am content with
the folding of my arms,
the smoke from my pipe
drifting heavenwards,
a little mid-day slumber.

I am blessed to have been here
and I would love to stay
but eternity is calling
and I know what it says.

I don’t know how long
my future can last
if I keep on looking
back at my past.

The magic it has gone,
the moment has passed,
time stole them both away
left us empty handed
looking old and grey.

‘My most successful
unsuccessful life,’
or should that be,
‘my most unsuccessful
successful life?’
Yes, I think that is what
I’d like to say.