The original storm

The icy storm of your anger washes over me,
freezing my face into a sullen mask of pain.
I won’t give you the pleasure of knowing what you’ve done,
but tonight in my dark room it’s going to rain.

No Magic

Just yesterday, the moon shone blue
and the twinkling stars were gold,
but now they’re dull, they’re only stone,
and the moon is white and cold.

Just yesterday, the unicorns
grazed happily in the rain,
but now the grass lies dead and brown
across the endless plain.

Just yesterday, when I was loved,
brilliant colors filled the sky,
and every cloudbank smiled at us,
and wore a rainbow tie.

But now my love has gone away,
and life is dull and drear,
and that is why I say, my child,
there is no magic here.

Ocean lullabye

Sleep, baby, sleep,
oceans are deep,
rock in your cradle of blue.

Sleep, baby, sleep,
heavens are deep,
moonlight shines down upon you.

More shorts

the black cat sits and thinks
what are you thinking, cat?
will I ever know?

rain falls in my garden
but the sky is light
are the seagulls crying?

Behind her veil of stars
the moon peers at the earth
and winks at me.

a streak of red lightning
he zips through the air
and the world is brighter

The longest night

The fever is broken,
the long night is through,
with its dreaming and crying
and hunger for you.

You’re here in my arms now,
just where you should be,
just you, the cool breeze,
the daybreak and me.

In the Park

He looks at me with solemn eyes,
and proudly curls his tail,
his little sides go in and out
like wind inside a sail.

He freezes, frightened some would say,
but I think he’s just vain,
he waits for me to notice him,
then whisk, he’s off again.

High up into a tree he goes,
to fetch his lady fair,
then chases her across the grass,
so I can see her there.

Childlike, not Childish

It’s a long slow leap from child to man,
but most of us it seems we ran,
straight through the joys of childhood days,
into the pain of adult ways.

Far better to have stopped and stayed,
than never to have loved and played,
all on the shore of childhoods sea,
at least that’s how it seems to me.

The Moon my Mom

ever changing,
constant patterns,
cold and distant,
or warm and overwhelming,
always bright,
she dominates my horizon.

without her my world
would be endless night.

Paradise

last star in the sky
lazily blinks its eye
night turns into day
with the scent of sun warmed hay

a dog barks down the street,
a cat purrs in the heat,
a sleepy rabbit yawns,
as a new beginning dawns.

but now a silence falls
where once were childrens calls
where sleepy parents smiled
at the antics of a child

for man’s no longer bound
like ants upon the ground
and he is gone afar
to seek a distant star

the animals now own
this paradise alone

Pockets

In the pocket of my jacket there’s a check that I must cash,
in the pocket of my blue jeans there’s a note that I must trash,
in the locket round my neck there is a photo torn in two,
and on my heart there burns a message that was written there by you.

These words that you wrote to me, where they all your very own,
or where they written by a robot with a heart made out of stone,
did you really mean to hurt me, was this just another game,
and if I ask you once again, now, will your answer be the same?

In my dreams we build a tower, I watched it as it crashed,
of my life you made a garden, and now it’s all been smashed,
you say that I have hurt you, can’t you see you hurt me too,
please don’t say goodbye to me now, while I’m still in love with you.