Beyond Repair

A hole does not grow bigger

Than the heart

Which is its home;


A knife does not cut deeper

Than the flesh

Which clings to bones;


Time cannot steal the beauty

Of a face,

Whose light won’t age;


And fire cannot burn

The story

If burns the page;


Thus, I will not be broken,

While I breathe,

Beyond repair


And with my hands and thoughts

I’ll reach for hope

Beyond despair

The Boy and The Bird

I’m sorry,
I’m soaring
Higher and higher;
The liar,
I said I would stay;
I am flying
Through clouds, and
The world is
As white as I,
And like me, it’s abandoned
And deaf
Don’t call my name
You don’t know it;
I dreamed not the dreams,
That you believed I did;
There was not in me
A human heart to give
I was a song, which failed
To find a voice,
A poem,
Sounding more like prose,
An eagle
Without the gift of seeing
I’d hidden my wings,
Two broken things,
Away from you,
Away from me;
I’d thought I could stay;
But when I felt the sun,
Again tasted the wind,
I remembered, what
It meant to have wings,
And forgot
I had promised to stay;
I am sorry,
I’m soaring
Higher and higher,
On two broken wings,
Strung together
By light
The higher I rise,
The longer I’ll fall for;
Go home,
Don’t stand waiting for me –
The one, who traded you
For a moment of freedom

The Crystal Fortress

The crystal fortress –

The clear expression of the certainly

That the world, which it was built to guard,

Could never yield under attack:


Its only knight’s armour

Is but her bare skin;

Her sword’s the clearest of mirrors

Cutting through flesh to reveal the heart;


The moat around the fortress

Is filled with blooming flowers,

Whose beauty drowns in joy and colour

Each enemy, who tries to cross – and falls;


The gates of this strange stronghold

Are made of silk and spring wind:

Whoever comes to them armed,

Leaves, enveloped in warmth;


This fortress hides no secrets;

Inside it no one’s prisoner;

No treasures save for the truth

It keeps in open vaults

I Promise, Part II

Have you returned


Or is this shell before me

But an empty


Which waves of time

Have carried to the shore?


In the storms

You’ve weathered

Have you been able to preserve

From certain


Your heart – your precious gift,

Your heavy burden?


Sleeping with Death


I fear you may have found

In her calm eyes

The peace and quiet, which

Unlike me,

Would never let you go?


Can you even

Hear me,

Standing before me as you are:

Callously smiling

At questions, which to you

Must sound

Pathetic and naïve?


I listen,

I listen…

And only wish I had for you

A soothing answer:

Can’t say the words

You wait and want

From me:


I have returned,


As much of me, that is,

As there remains,

But, surely, much it is not

And none of it

Is good


No ropes, no anchors,

No sails

And no one at the helm

To steer it,

That’s me, the vessel, which at last

Has found this beautiful,

Long-dreamed-of port


The vessel’s vaults

Are all empty;

Not even rats now lurk across

Its rotten insides,

Where no one enters, 

Save for winds

And ghosts


Its cannons

Are quiet

But painful to behold,

Like memories,

Too wild and full-blooded

To ever loose themselves

Amongst the rest


Forgive me for coming


I only did because

When I had left you, I promised

I would return,

And you promised 

To wait



I remember:

‘I promise to return,’ you said,

And I replied that

I would wait for you forever;

The words, the love, the hope

The good intentions…


All – wet gunpowder in the stores

Of life;

Small rescue rafts, too light

For real seas;

I prayed for you – you know? – through every day,

Shuddered in fear – you hear? – through every night

While I’ve been waiting –

Yes, I am waiting still


The original ‘I Promise’ is here:


My eyes are evil

For they show me

The glow of hope

A million miles away


My hands are evil:

Things they touch are

All dust and clay,

Mirages in hot air


My feet are evil:

Leaving myriads of prints

On twisted paths

They do nothing but hurt


My heart is evil

For its changing rhythm

With long and longer

Silences is fraught


My mouth is evil

For it houses

Whole tomes of cruel

Hurtful words


My mind is evil

For it tells me

That evil, too, can

Somehow be a good