The fine, naughty
smile on her open lips,
the jest in her
naughty eyes which
always light up at sunset...
A proud glimmer
in 'em all tonight,
for she has two guests...
... Lovers, poles apart,
but lovers... lovers...
The man, a loner from the
north, from the highlands
where warriors hide behind
the masks of bards;
his muse tonight has gems
from the morning star,
strewn on her evening gown;
they held hands at the beach.
... At the front courtyard
of their host,
basking in her pure
white affection,
they danced...
While their emcee,
she spread out a dinner
on a silver platter.
- The Pole Star, Venus and the Crescent Moon were aligned this evening. A union of lovers!
These familiar roads
make me fear n brace,
the lanes are marked
in white footprints
of infants and school kids...
I ride without lane discipline.
A warm night, the wind from the
seven seas comes funnelled
between the dreams of
sleeping, hard-working men;
into the vents of my helmet,
they bring a song...
I've forgotten its lyrics;
I left behind all the tones
for a grammar school
and now a drummers role sans music.
Just left to herald the darkness I’ll find,
a little beyond the next right.
I cross this strait,
once a day now.
Once upon... a life time ago;
it seemed like life, twice over,
the rush to find my space,
but the calling
was never heard,
now or even then.
Morning, it was then,
the push for a young heart;
it is in repeat now,
but just half a tread at a time
for this another man in me,
noon it is now.
None to watch my back,
the burn spreads there;
sweat trickle and tickle
down the neck till it
becomes an itch
that drives me further,
a li'l farther, down that path
of no return...
Where I will lose the
original sin in me to age;
and the will in me
to the measured
words of an editor,
out of control, out at large!
