A Dream, A Glimpse

It was a dream
But we were happy there
We soared through the air
On clouds of yesteryear
Splashed down in the Hudson
You were drenched
I gave you my shirt
Kites were still painting
The bluest of skies
Holding hands, that stolen kiss
Under bridges of Central Park
In the midst of human waves
I got lost in your eyes
We took off again
Up Broadway this time
Walking below glowing lights
Cars zipped past
People passed by
It didn't bother us, we knew
That time was on our side
The moon stood high
Up past his bedtime
Lighting our path
Away from city lights
The night was ours
But it was short-lived
As the sun came around again,
Her warmth a rosy kiss
On your perfect skin,
I found myself in my room
Shades drawn, empty bed,
Only a glimpse of you
In the recesses of my mind
Poets have often wondered
What heaven is like
They each disagree
But if I had a choice
It would be eternity
With you by my side.

Woman of Action

Woman of action
Breath of fresh air
Words now prosaic
We have plenty to spare
Words, they end up
In pages in books
History framed by
Victors, cowards and crooks
But actions, they often
Change this selfish world
Sometimes for the better
They're banners unfurled
Still I prefer action
Its conduits though rare
When words became useless,
We had plenty to spare.

Silence

Silence, my dear old friend
The only one who ever understood me
I've felt your pain, traveling the world
Looking for a place to rest your weary soul
But alas, no place that hasn't left you
Beaten, bruised, broken - the suckling child,
The dripping water, the chirping lark -
They've betrayed you, and, much like me,
Your only lover has been loneliness,
The harlot that's shared many beds.
So I call to you, my dear old friend -
Come lay your head down beside mine
I'll forget all my worthless words,
Breathing quietly only when imperative
So that you may find some rest here
And so will I, if the cosmos grants it.

Love / a Haiku

Love is a pink dress
And the girl more radiant
Than sunlight itself.

The Cynic Within

In the silence of the night
I hear echoes of my mistakes
Time moves backwards
Mocking my indiscretions
And as the distant sirens
Fade into irrelevance,
The creaking chair reminds me
I am as I've always been
My only companion resting
As I lay wide awake
Is it late or is it early?
I can't tell anymore
Even sleep is deceiving
My body's stopped healing
And rest is a luxury
That money can't buy
Indulged in my comforts,
I still lay restless
The sheets are undone
And I'm uninspired
The words are forced,
The emotions complacent
I'm losing hope or perhaps
Acknowledging that fact
It's the same process
Every night these days
Maybe hope has abandoned
The cynic within and
All that remains is me,
The same I've always been.