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;
Naively,
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

Ever

Or is this shell before me

But an empty

Vessel,

Which waves of time

Have carried to the shore?

/

In the storms

You’ve weathered

Have you been able to preserve

From certain

Drowning

Your heart – your precious gift,

Your heavy burden?

/

Sleeping with Death

Nightly

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,

Truly,

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

Back:

I only did because

When I had left you, I promised

I would return,

And you promised 

To wait

/

Yes,

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: https://sixthsymph.com/2012/06/27/i-promise/

Evil

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