Aubade


There stalks the silent pad of the bold first light
it’s prey the darkness that must die or take flight,
soon there will be only shadow that’s left to sight
then finally the break of day and the end of night.



Boy on a beach


He did a little dance
as he threw each pebble as far as he could
then took the stance
a tiny athlete paused, foot on driftwood
mind one of intent
waiting for the crashing waves to wilt
throwing arm bent
before he let fly once again at full tilt
looking around
for a witness to share his personal best
eyeing the ground
for certain stones ignoring all the rest.
I shouted with thumbs up ‘well done’
he beamed at me, my boy, my son.



Across the way

I wonder if you’re fast asleep or awake
in the room across the way,
I do not know from the sounds you make,
in darkness across the way.
Should I softly knock asking if all’s well
on your door across the way
I dare not for of your feelings I cannot tell
so awake in my own bed I stay
thinking of you across the way.


Entangled

If you can still all, under a butter moon glow
you will feel me brush past.
A vapid sentience as our paths cross the flow
and lay together in the vast.
For brief moments we will each other know
that for us has this been cast
and though the winds of time again do blow
we entangled souls will last.

A Slight chance of love

I read in the paper that the omens were good,
as foretold by the pattern of stars up above,
I know it's all rubbish but I still think we should
as long as you agree there's a slight chance of love.