Captain Of The Night

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Waltz in a Starlit Swamp

Oblivious to sparklers bright and fairy lights he stood

Whilst staggering sirens waltzed in a wave around him

 

The music drowned it its own pretentious beats and he downed

a couple more shots to compete

with friends whose names had long been repressed in a corner

of his brain where dusk and dawn –

they felt the same

 

These girls –

they twirled glossy hair around their fingers

to catch attention of boys who stared

and lingered

 

Sweaty palms to hips and sour mouths collided

nonchalantly in this garden’s starlit swamp th’s’been

hidden in the heavy hanging mist of lust

 

And lost hearts –

they meandered through the sickly smoke –

for what? and just when he’d forgot

where he was and who he had to be

to live young and free

on that night

an Angel fair

and

faultless

appeared in his sight

 

And She was the sweetest shade of summer

And how he yearned to be Her lover!

 

For seconds like minutes like hours

his tired eyes devoured

every

inch

of Her being:

the fluttering of innocent eyes to the skies,

two blushing cheeks, a sleek nose,

a glow to Her skin as if

caressing the moon in

Her delicate hands could illuminate

Her face, neck, wrists and legs…

 

Could he risk a step to Her tranquil spot

only to stumble

on his words or own feet

because meeting Her gaze so dear

made him fear losing

himself?

 

As if choosing to stamp out his fantasised fate

he plucked up his courage a little too late

for into the crowd She was shoved by some lad

who’d had ‘nough drink to breathe out

a shroud of stale air

 

And much as he tried to follow Her light

swallowed whole was She

by the rhythm of the night

 

And She was the sweetest shade of summer

And how he yearned to be Her lover!

October

How thou hast deceiveth me with sunbeam
Smiles and a golden moment of youth
When thou shalt in turn strip bare of this dream
This whimsical facade masking a truth
So grey in grace as in crippling tears
Of thunder queens by kings’ charcoal clouds choked
Thy blustering temper invokes a fear
Whence darker days soon will smother with smoked
Quilts frenzied urbanscapes of trembling souls
None sweeter than mulch does your name to my
Taste buds delight, whilst pond’ring upon foul
Omens summoned to cast the world awry
O when will spring bound rejuvenation
Reap its distant blessing of salvation

Star-Crossed Lovers

The stars remind me of the twinkle in your eyes

When you smile

I imagine that I can pluck one from the sky

To cherish as my own

Because it’s an undisclosed desire

(That iridescent glow between you and I

That blazing aura illuminating your skin

That simmering halo of moonbeams above your head)

The stars remind me of the tears that scratch your face

When you cry

I imagine that I can hurl a cluster from the diamond-studded swathes of obscurity

To shatter the barricade which cages us in our distinct perpetuities

Because it’s a necessity

(That luminous haze of emotion incarcerated in the symphony of my every waking thought

That palpitating rhythm like shivers of cosmic dust flaring through my veins

That kaleidoscope of spiralling dark matter chasing you into the vacant black hole that is my heart)

The stars remind me of the infinities between us

Of the excruciating eternity hailing our dreams to decease

Oh gravity! Pull me to my sanity

And let the hushed galaxies grieve for its star-crossed lovers