I think the years
drift somehow together
holds the sway of our mortal fears
drowns upon the stormy weather
And leaves us questioning.

Between the pages of life
the little words crisscross before us
dangle to every conscious thought
and hinges themselves upon a moment
Where all once seemed to come together.

Its here that I remember the blue sky filled eyes
the sweet aroma, that sandalwood dream
The sheer perfection of a laugh
that like a stone, tossed upon a pond
Rippled the fascination of you.
The rich toned cameo complexion
like the milky moon gazed upon my eyes
Held me deeply, more humble to the dream
That here before eternity stood
Womanhood's queen.

Words filled me
held the balance of all I thought was life
I moved in circular desires
That always came back to you.
haunted, deep her mellow voice
filled the hosts of my brethren's thoughts
dreamed to her I did and more
Where words dared pitch the tone of love
I found myself tethered, bout too
every sacred moment, want and need
That here seemed to fill me true.

Time
The black unforgivable cloak
sweeps up and gathers
till soon the dark night embraces
that once comforting thought
and drowns it upon the ages
like a mop that soaks up all life,
The dead, the dying
the moments grasp flickers and flies
till soon the morning weeps
bears hard upon us save for the one dream
That which we take slowly
bitterly into fates pages
The songs of a love gone.


alisdaire O'Caoimph