Without a Weakness

I step over the faded line, dividing

The realm of trust, built of my blind misunderstandings,

And this of the unknown paths I must tread on;

I’m certain, now there’s none and naught to guide me;


No light will shine into the air, which, stiff and heavy,

Settles in my chest, changing me forever,

Into a faceless embodiment of courage; the absence

Of hope should help me bear this utter darkness;


I cannot see what nightmares come alive where

I make my way, I can’t afford to dread them:

They help to build my fortress without entrance,

They turn my heart into a rock that can’t be moved;


Behind me, in a haze, still standing,

There is the house of lies from which I ran, and

In its small windows I still glimpse the candles’

Flickering light: their faint warmth once entranced me;


I watch the flames and shadows shake and tremble,

And laugh through tears, for now that ‘me’ is nonexistent;

The new one is a faultless stronghold, built to safeguard

What was your heart – what’s now my heart without a weakness

One Day

My lungs were gills once,

And my hands held swords;

My heart was small once,

And afraid of pain;

Unable to forgive or heal

Even a superficial cut,

It hid inside a cage

Without a key


My hair was short once

And my eyes were grey;

My wings were covered

With thick, heavy layers

Of dust and fears

Not to be shaken off,

So like a hunchback

I would walk half-bent;


I met the God of Time

One day, and this

He said to me:

‘Don’t be afraid:

‘Breathe in your days

With a full chest,

And drop the swords you hold –

For they will not protect


You from your enemy –


With your free hands

Release your heart and watch

The bruises disappear,

As love and courage grow;

Straighten your back

And use your gift – your wings


To soar higher

Than you believed you’d dare;

Time is too short –

I know of what I speak –

Let flow your hair of gold,

Let shine your silver eyes,

For when we meet again

I want


To see a woman,


When it’s time to say


And Love Each Step

You have been cruel

And I’ve been silly,

So we are equally to blame

For the wrongs of lying and believing,

For giving ours – and each other’s – words such meanings

As were convenient on certain days;


Your mouth would laugh

But not your heart, while

My eyes would smile

But not my lips:

Our feelings, all – misunderstandings,

Our paths – too different to the same home to lead


Forgiveness is

The longest journey,

So one must forgive readily;

You I can say good-bye to, but how to

Part with my own pathetic childishness,

At being weak – with so much shame and guilt?


All I can do is

Keep on moving: utter my words,

Regretting what I say; make friends,

Who may or may not be that to me;

And climb mountains of pain

To glowing summits – in my head


And love each step –

And have no fear of loving;

For there is nothing worse than being scared;

Nothing could hurt more

Than the angry words we’ve spoken,

Except the kind words which remain, and die, unsaid

Talk to Her

He said:

I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you:

I had neither the courage, nor the time,

And nor the love, and nor the substance necessary

To stand between you and the monsters,

Devouring your feverish, enchanted mind;


She said:

I understand and do not blame you,

I, too, you see, lacked all the things you lack:

I ran faster than ever-speeding seconds,

Away from ruthlessly incomprehensible responses

To questions that I read between the lines upon my hands


He said:

I thought, you would, as always,

Save yourself…


She said:

I tried, as always, but that night, somehow,

I failed

The Singer

Sleep – I’ll sing you a lullaby,

Where I promise that I’ll be fine;


Close your eyes, my love,

Close your eyes;


Every word I sing is a lie,

And my tranquil voice is rehearsed…


Close your eyes, my love,

Close your eyes


For I can’t hide the pain

With which I am engrossed;


Go to sleep, my love,

Go to sleep;


That you trust me

Is good and right;


‘Go to sleep, my love

Go to sleep,’


I will whisper before

Stepping out of the light;


Although my heart may scream: “wake up!

Somehow make it so that I stay,”


I will not interrupt your dream –

Like a nightmare I’ll fade away;


One more time I’ll look at your face

And wonder how it can be so calm;


Were you certain I would remain

By your side every night, always?


Were you merely under the spell

Of my voice and my magical tales?


Or was it simply that you did not

Ever love me the way that I hoped?


You’ve never opened your eyes to me;

Perhaps, when it’s too late, you will –


When the sun threads its first rays through

The air, filled with my prayers for you;


You will think me disloyal and unfair,

As you picture me singing to another somewhere,


And the picture you paint

Will help you to forget the truth:


That I sang you my swan song,

And you slept – slept all through