Destiny
the hand of Moira
pulling taught a strand of fate
prior to the cut
–
cloudless night-
death comes
on silent wings
the hand of Moira
pulling taught a strand of fate
prior to the cut
–
cloudless night-
death comes
on silent wings
gaping in the gloom
taking perverted pleasure
in bringing me down
–
pewter skies-
cold rain drips
off the rusted roof
the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace
–
biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door
in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past
–
full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin
horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton
–
a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles
dark autumn’s collapse
the strongest and tallest trees
were the first to fall
–
velvet shadows-
deep hollows
where winter lies
standing before you
silent and overexposed
awaiting judgement
–
whitecaps-
riding the edge
of an avalanche
falling off my bike
I become one with the earth
for just a moment
–
june twilight-
our vows float away
on paper lanterns
swallowing my doubts
returning day after day
in case you wake up
–
patchwork sunlight-
I brush the sleep
from your lips
left in a doorway
the simple offering of
a small jade Buddha
–
the slanting sun-
putting to bed the
last work of the day