Category: poem

can i find a light to run
down this laneway
all covered in leaves
damped by the evening rainfall
the distant sound of the lake
being struck millions of times
by the tiny drops
the musk of the waning heat
lessening as it pours down
soaked to my core
the distant echo
of the radio on
i stumble towards it
the sky greyed out
the thicket of trees
clipping my bare skin
blood mixing with rain
running down to my fingers
i walk forward
smoke rises ahead
the crackle of a raging fire
belowing out to me
i pick up speed
to be welcomed
by damp friends
under a shared canopy
collecting warmth
admiring the spectacle
till the night falls
as we part ways
to retire with hope
that tomorrow
the sun will greet us

i let the autumn winds fool me
tossing me into directions unknown
hazing the fields ahead
with smoke from the eastern escarpment
folding my hands blindly
to paths unfamillar
where trails bleed
with old tales of yesteryear
echoes of a past life
continuing a sacred lie
to manifest until the end
of luke warm days
second chill nights
or the counting down
to the first snow fall
masqueraded in bliss
of the heralding arrival
of shivers down the valley

are you here
where the blue light
illuminates your skin
you continue to glow
even after you dispense
what little merit is left
if the snowfall intensifies
it’ll bury what remains
surrounded by antiques
evermore the latter days
to reminisce on loss
when everything is covered
will it have mattered
what you sought out
collected for years
to admire for days end
or will you leave it all
just like it began
with nothing attached
just left to await
the honest coming
of deafening cold

calm me down
now the day won’t end
left aside
to the longest bend
of the century
at least it feels like it
cover me
when i put my neck out
justify my actions
to appease the court
going sideways
on the last highway
but the lights are off
traffic is backed up
i’m still far away
if i could try to catch up
make something new up
get back closer to you
but as it’s played out
the only thing that’ll help
is just keeping you in mind
with every waking hour
i wonder if it makes me a coward
wanting to leave now before the storm
if i could justify a reason why
they can keep putting me down
it’s a burning question
that i can’t answer
so i just take a moment to nod
by the length of my arm
i wish i could find a star
follow it to lead me north
but instead i’m just a passerby
in the whole scheme of the night’s sky
so i let my legs keep walking
take me to whatever destination
with my hope tied on my wrist
if it could be everlasting
like a misunderstood question
in a sea of solutions
if i close my eyes
would you take me home

already sick of the cold mornings
but they only just began
scrapping the frost
off my car windows
cursing under my breath
but i’d rather be back inside
warm and content
with you

oh the morning drive
does damage on my soul
all the stop and go
just to look to the side
someone’s swerved out
of control and i
just keep on by
thinking of you

the off ramp’s crowded
everyone is laying on their horn
i turn up the stereo
but it’s never the right song
all these prizes i wont win
advertisements about my skin
i just wait my turn
hoping to hear you

construction on the country road
down to a shared single lane
everyone for the next ten kilometers
will likely share my pain
as the workers on their phones
crack terrible jokes
give me the stink eye
i sink in the memory of yours

parking lot is always crowded
so i end up at the far side
slipping as i walk on by
i look up to the sky
the sun starts to shine bright
stinging my sleepy eyes
so i just close them
and i dream of you