Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Into the Deep


Old memories begging me to write
But pictures bleed into the deep.
Like ghosts words melt into the light,
Words that in the darkness seep
Into my dreams that flood the night.



The rhythm of the rain
Speaks its diamond poetry
And secrets stream as webs
Down mirrored windows.
The steaming glass alive
With shining rainbows.

Thursday, 21 July 2011

War Poem


A thousand battles storm the sky,
A host of angels wake from sleep.
You triumph when the broken lie,
With blazing breathe they squirm and speak:
"Young fools with fire you may kill
And laugh to see our ghosts despair,
But listen as one voice we will
Haunt you 'til too much to bear"