Monday 30 December 2013

Covered


Suffering under the weight of wood
Lifted up on high
The breath of agony blowing upon the watching
Watched by what they knew not

Whispering psalms into the darkness
Stretched out across night
The silence descending like the dove that alighted
Upon heaven’s own word

Covering perpetual evil
Swallowed whole tonight
The life laid down is the life taken up and followed
By such faltering footsteps 

Saturday 7 December 2013

There are some people who exist only in memory


There are some people who exist only in memory
Only within inner space
Turning and turning on the same spot

To face you in daylight
Then disappearing into darkness
Flickering sometimes in dreams

Always on the edges of consciousness
Asking not to be blotted out
Beckoning for home

But who is it asking?
Who is it wanting?
And who is it that knows?

O the dead do not feel dead
And those who live must die daily
To let go