Cease Waters Flow

When days flow river-wise to the sea,

And noisy seagulls criss-cross a greying sky,

When one's psychic monsters disturb the peace,

And the Leviathan rises in starry moon:

I long for the times hereafter,

And respite from this wearisomeness;

And I long for sleep,

When a bell will toll my final release.

David and Solomon

We are nothing.

Only a short-lived shadow

Upon the Earth

In the twilight of a winter's day.

We are nothing

To him who rules the waters

In the firmament.

And his name will live forever.

We are of substance

When we turn to him above;

In the Heavens

And the sun finally goes down on us.

We, amongst the shadows of Earth

Until the night turns us to him.

Nascent Dream

It is night.
And we have built patterns in local taverns.
Maps of the mind bifurcate as the dawn breaks.
We swim lazily amongst the cars and muted TVs.
I rub the shoulders of friends and giants,
Who pay a visit in my dreams,
And try to write this painful rhyme in a corner,
While children of yet another uncle fight and squabble.

He looks at me struggling,
My birthday is spoilt,
And nobody remembered to telephone for pizza …
"But I purposely got here early on the bus," I say,
Pressing the button three times,
"And the driver got really annoyed!"