November 2016 – Page 2

living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile

with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers

tall iron street lamps
cast their pallid light over
London’s cobblestones
–
polished pewter
the lustrous glow
of a veiled moon

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy

seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness

the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame
–
fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire

alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port
–
an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone

my lantern’s warm glow
shadows cast into the night
back from whence they came
–
shafts of sunlight
dust motes
lazily float by