Month: November 2014
Protected: Would you Like Cancer with your Tea? (Part I)
Dorian Gray/The Map
How heavy you’ve become,
My eyelids!
How small and pale you look,
My lips!
/
How many branches
Have the wrinkles
Upon this tree
Of memories!
/
How many deaths
Have closed these eyes and
How many times
This skin has been reborn!
/
How many lives,
In one assembled,
Make up the face
I call my own!
/
I look at it –
How I abhor it:
The greed it stands for,
The impatience!
/
I look at it –
And I rejoice to
See painted on it
Love, forgiveness, grace;
/
One thing is certain –
There’s no room for
Another route
Upon this busy map;
/
The only place
That it can lead to
Is but another
Hellish maze;
/
I’ll rip that map
To puzzle pieces;
And draw a new one
In its place;
/
All I have been
And all I’ve cherished
I must let go of
And replace;
/
Beyond regret,
In a chest of treasures,
I’ll keep
The puzzle of the past;
/
And none will see
The real face of
Dorian Grey
Until he dies
The Off Season
Frozen autumn leaves
Frost the path before me;
Hoar hovers over
Naked trees;
/
In wan wintry skies
Briefly rests the night
Before once again
Filling the eyes to the brim;
/
And the snow won’t fall,
And the sun won’t rise –
Naught would light the true face
Of this moment in time
/
When the past is gone,
While the future fears
To step on the same path
As I