Cobblestone Jaunt

We’d set out as the sun would set,
Dusk settling like child’s blanket,
Comforting chirp of insect’s mate
And frogs who sought their hunger sate.
The small town crossed and crossed again
With naught an hour passed, and then
We’d head back home, assured we’d share
Another walk without a care.

Those days have passed, those times are gone;
Though can’t reclaim, still rise the sun,
And now I walk on clean poured stone-
The cobbles gone like bird that’s flown.
My eyes downcast in silent cloak,
Lost in my thoughts and sorrowed hope:
Someday I’ll find a friend to walk,
Someone to share cobblestone jaunt.

The Bus Stop

The bus stop filled for all to see
Through dirty glass, light filtering
As sun sets over cold city
And man looks over busy street.
People rush past to board the bus,
Yet still he stands in silent hush
With phone forgotten in numb hand.
The voice falls silent like the land.

One slow blink as bus does leave
And turn his head with naught to see.
This busy street teeming with life,
Yet all has fled his little life.
Blink again at child’s play
Across the street at end of day,
Yet sight moves not his shattered heart,
Nor sound reach soul that’s lost its part.

A woman walks in stately grace
Past man who wears a mask in place
At that bus stop so they will see
Nothing of his silent plea.
She walks up Fifth and turns at State
Carrying day’s conquests to take
Them home to family, home to child,
Home to peace, leave city wild.

He slowly blinks and slowly falls
Down to his knees as cloud’s soft pall
Smothers setting sun so soon.
And yet no dirge, no soothing croon;
His jacket lead, his tie a noose
His clothing feeling tight, yet loose
As seem to shrink himself, and world
Fades as final flag is furled.

Someday he’ll rise and travel home,
Relate the tale that stranger told.
The sun will rise, the world will spin
Life will go on, but without him.

Sweet Sixteen

I have loved and I have lost but I have never lost my name.
I have fought the losing fight but it has never been in vain.
I have risen from the pyre and I will never be the same.
I have seen all that is in you and I’ll never look again,
For I have burnt the bridge behind me and filled in that noisome grave.

I have run with wolves and lions but have never caught the deer.
I have conquered Hell through fury but I still can taste my fear.
I have battled to draw near you but have never been drawn near.
I have walked into exile but I refuse to disappear,
For I have loved and I have lost you and I won’t fall to despair.

I have ever been a servant but have never bowed my knee.
I have always been a drunkard but have never tasted mead.
I have studied since my birth but I have never studied Bede.
I have let you pierce my heart but I do not have blood to bleed,
For I have renounced foolish love and on this day I turn Sixteen.

Scotch on the Rocks

I would cower if I could stop,
But my pursuer haunts my steps.
I would die if I could choose
And escape this existence.
This never ending struggle,
This never ending chase,
I’d end it all, I’d give up life
If I didn’t have to face
My fear.

It’s clutching me inside; what did that wise man say?
That all I feared was fear itself?
Well it has come to stay.
I can’t let go, I can’t escape-
Afraid to even just cry out-
And so I run, for evermore
In this life without a doubt.
Don’t doubt what comes, don’t doubt what’s gone,
I’ve seen it all before.
I’ll run until I can’t go on,
And then I’ll run some more.
This is my choice, this is my fate,
This is my poison picked.
I’ll burn it all to run away,
And drown to just forget.

Fool’s Silence

He saw the man, he saw the camp,
He heard the threat and death.
With twisted lips he walked the heights,
Looking with laboured breath
‘Round the valley cloaked in mist
And thousand stars bright lit.
He held his breath and turned away
And down the hill he wept.

Past sentry’s post and comrade’s tent
He crept in dead of night,
And from the pickets loosed a horse
And fled before first light.
With dawn’s red glow, a tidal wave
Flowing o’er hill and hold
Came death to make that red look light
And coward’s actions bold.

Said not a word as flee the day,
A scarf ‘round head was tied.
No look nor prayer tossed back to men
Whose fate it was to die.
He fled his death, but never could
He flee his memories:
‘Twas he that killed those men, and when
He reached that far-flung sea,
There Death did find him in the depths
Where sought he to be free.

He could have cried, a single call
Would bring aid to his side,
But in silence he killed his friends,
And in silence he died.