At Bay

I left a candle burning
like the light at Motel 6
no one sought this meager shelter
no one stopped by to fix
any holes in heart or mind
but really, that’s okay
the candle did the job quite well,
keeping the darkness at bay

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Sigh

Been talking to the moon
but I get no reply
I hear the branches rustle
I hear the night wind sigh
but the Moon, she will not comment
on these earthly goings on
she’s lovely, but she’s distant
as I wait for the dawn
she draws me like the ocean tide
keeping me in suspense
the thrill I feel is only
the echo of her silence

Einstein

I wish Einstein was here to explain
how the hours drag so slow
and the years go so fast
then he could tell me how Jesus is planning
to make the last first
and the first become last

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

I’ve grown too old
to sing a young man’s song
but I used to be certain
of what’s right and wrong
thought I had the strength
to do something about it
after seeing so much
even Einstein would doubt it

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

It seems everyday
sees another friend gone
their families struggle
just to carry on
this ebbing and flowing
they cut like a knife
Einstein would probably
say, “Hey, that’s life”

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me know
just what to pray

The setting sun paints
a fleeting masterpiece
I wait for it to come
back around from the east
and hope the pale moonlight
will light my way
Einstein why is night
so much longer than day

If I’m in the middle
is that where I’ll stay?
Lord, help me remember
just why I pray

Raven Redux

“Nevermore” my arse
you stupid bird.
Perch there until the cows
come home, I won’t care.

Keep your nepenthe, I’d rather
remember it all. Don’t you know
the sorrows & joys define
each other? Dreary midnights
are pit stops on the way
to sunny mornings.

“Nevermore” nevermore.

Where I Was

A million miles away
from nowhere in particular
seems that’s where I stay
though it isn’t my first choice
there’re things I want to say
but I don’t have the vernacular
songs I need to sing
but I don’t have the voice

so I sit in the candlelight
and listen to the rain
and when tomorrow comes around
I’ll do it all again

I laugh and joke around
I know when something’s funny
little things don’t get me down
I know to dodge that trap
it’s the big things that astound
and make me long for sunny
wishing we didn’t have to
deal with all this crap

but perspective creeps back in
when the candles are burning low
and I can crawl between the sheets
remembering all I know

Keep On Shining

I look to the heavens
I see nothing new
stars whose names I do not know
they all remind me of you
brave lights in the darkness
a million years away
so far out of reach the only
thing to do is pray.

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Love is sweet
love is sad
love is the only thing
that makes what we call
life worth the living
it might be a promise
it might be a dream
it might be a memory
or even a scheme
but we have known
ever since our youth
that love is in fact the Truth

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Spider

Came home to the corpse
of a spider in the kitchen
legs curled in the air
in a spidery fetal position

There are no signs of foul play
from its size it could have died
of old age, so I wonder,
how long has it been
sharing my home?

And I think, could it have been
the victim of some larger and
more terrifying insect
even now lurking under the
stove, waiting for me to doze
off so it can pounce?

Not that I am a scairdy cat,
but maybe I should sleep
in the car for a day or forever