a lighthouse
small.far.
a lighthouse
one flash
as slowly it turns.
a lighthouse
one flash
and then it moves on.

In a world of emotion
In a swirl of devotion
In the pass of a shadow
Across thy sweet face

In the twirl of a feather
In the sigh of a leaf
In the flight of a sparrow
As it returns to its nest

In the heart of a raindrop
In the soul of the stars
In the arms of the windswept
And times last embrace

In the muse of the sunset
In the call of the dawn
In the form of the rainbow
As the skies are swept clean

In the moon of the evening
In the bright light of noon
In the friend of thy brother
A word on the move

In the silence in sorrow
In the tears found in grief
In the cry of the newborn
As it calls for its home

In the play of the trumpet
In the mourn of the flute
In the laugh of the joyful
And the face of all pain

In the sound of the sonnet
In the word and the will
In the face of your sadness
Love. touches me still.

two storeys
word.paper.a mass of flesh
crowding the stairs of work
up and down they float
to and fro till
the train
they sleep.

It’s a shadow
Two
It’s a shadow
Love.

For five cents and six cents
Dinner
For eight and for nine
Rent

It’s a shadow
Child
It’s a shadow
Smile.

For end upon end
Pleas
For tale upon tale
Steps

Its my shadow
There
Its your shadow
Two.

mississippi

blue and turquoise.

i watch it through the crack in my curtain
the wind

slowly
ever slowly

moving the leaves in a synchronous dance

tomorrow i will be hale again
i will wake up and rise again
i will wash my face again
i will smile and talk again

its like watercolour

the soft constant strokes
of the wind

as it pulls its branch brush
across

softening and deepening

the skies evening.

loneliness
when two men born in the same room do not know eash others names.
loneliness
when two men running the same race do not encourage each other.
loneliness
when two men who once clasped hands now spare not a glance.
loneliness
when two men live within five feet and yet share not a word.
loneliness
when two brothers do not embrace.

the phone it rings
silently, slowly.
a constant into emptiness

the answerphone it listens
slowly, silently
an emptiness being constant.

where are you?

the lights are out. the sun has set.
yet still i sit here craddling.
this cord leading to emptiness

the streets are quiet and their people.
yet within my craddle i sit
as emptiness wraps its cord around me.

are you there?

shadows move around me
the wind it plays my mind
will you haunt me in my dreams?

i close my eyes against the night
and through my mind still moves the wind
my dreams are surely haunted.

please tell me where you are.