My angel of light

My angel of light
Kind light
Bathing the night of my being
Each ray glimmers and falls
Like a hand kind extended
To bless
Each ray like your foot
Stretched
For me to touch
And be blest
My angel of light
Your wings of silver
Sweep away the
Dust of dark and grime
Till I shine.
Bruised and cowering
In the womb of dark
In fear
Your light covers
Me embalmed
Till I know no pain
And my tears
Fall like pearls of light
To adorn your path
As you float and flow
An ocean of love
And fill my little puddle
Till it is fast asleep
On your breast
A moon full
That never ebbs
And my eyes blind
See nothing but
Your light
In a night that
Never ends
A night that is all light.

I went into the darkness

I went into the darkness
Into the womb of fear
And what bliss it was
To be so close to you
I stepped into the icy stream
Of my tears and let the torrent
Sweep me away
And I was all the time
In your arms so warm
I was lost in the woods
I lost the trail
And yet what joy
To find you there
Picking up the thorns on the way
And leading me home
 I would fain be lost
Be lost again
For I know you are watching
Somewhere from the bird nest
Or from the million twinkling
Eyes that look down
From above
Or the hidden beauties
That bloom right under my torn
Feet as I wander lost and in pain
Or some kind soul who
Would forsake a day to
Make me smile

Beginnings

When day breaks
Little does it suspect the end
That waits


When a child is born
His laughter knows not the
Pain that awaits
As he grows each day

When he takes the first step
He scarce sees the grave dug on every side

When  a heart is won
The bliss of love
Is blind to the scorn
that awaits its turn

To smother beneath
It's feet every memory


of joy

And make the loveliest face
Stir dread
And angels turn ghouls

Hence stay away
Keep your face
Veiled as ever


Never say a word

keep me in guile
Blinded by your light
If that is your wish
Let it be so
Let not my day dawn
Let us stay apart

Or I lose you forever

The monster egg

The green egg abandoned
Goes round in circles
To find the arms
That left it
Under the bare sky
With nothing
But itself
To feed on

It's tears flow out
In torrents
And yet it swallows them all
To quench the fires that
Smoulder in its belly

And like a curse or a blessing
The egg multiplies
And there are eggs wherever its skin
Is stretched
Each spot of green
Each drop of rain
Each pinch of sod
Has millions of eggs
They rain eggs all over her
What a blessing
Or is it a curse
To have so many
With none to feed
them on her breast

Birds

The birds fly each to its nest
As sun goes to make a new dawn
Somewhere and wake up
Other birds that sleep
In a dream of comfort
Only to wake up and
Fret and fear of losing their
Resting place
How they cry and scream
As they fly home
Some to their new found nests
Some to keep the nests safe
From blowing winds
Some fearing the worst
And some to make new homes
Their cries of joy and fear
Mingle in a tearing wail
As they chase each other
To outpace and out run

All in search of a nest of quiet
Where the wails stop
And there is no further chase
No fear of being hunted
And no need to hunt
The birds in the sky
And those in the roads
In their blaring wheels
Each to their nest
Not sure of tomorrow
Just done with the last rites
Having cremated a day
Sad or joyful
As they were
Yesterday
Each day
Either a nest blown away
Or a nest built
Never sure
Of what awaits them
As the sun sets
Or rises everyday
The eggs proliferate
And the birds come flying from nowhere
Filling the earth and sky
And there is no sign
Of the mother
Or father
All orphan eggs
Wailing away
In tears and joy that ends in fear
That it will go away

Chained

I see no chains yet I'm immobile
My lips move and yet
They are sealed
I. Breathe while I'm comatose
I speak and yet it isn't
My voice
Who is it
That possesses me
And holds me in thrall
That even my tears
Are forbidden to flow
And I move like a shadow
Lifting boulders
And hauling them up
The cliff and see
Them fall down again
And force me to lift them again
A sisyphusian slave
Is there no end
No way out
Of these invisible chains
That cement me to this
Cell of warm stinking
Tomb of wet flesh
Forever mauled by a stampede of
Rushing feet that never
Pause

Nobody

I don't know words
Or what they mean
Or they mean nothing
To you
Its garbage for one
Shoddy to another
And my tears
They are nothing
But a whim
Of some gland
And yet I write and I cry
For I was born for that
To sob and utter
Words
That no one can understand
There are foul smelling men
Who sleep on the street
You barely see
As you drive past
In your new cars
There are small joys
And smiles you
Have never known
As someone
Finds a treasure
In a discarded cloth
Or a kind look
That stole from your eye
As you spoke
To someone to kill time
One day my eyes would burn
With my fingers that write
In the pyre that time will light
And you must clap
With joy that you have fewer
Words now to read
And a face less to see
As you move on
Up the ladder
Past those who must forever sleep
On the wayside
Or underneath
A shroud of ashes and mud