Sonnet 12


I wearied like a turmoil shroud,
Far from soothing voices.
My mind was darkened by a cloud
That left me with few choices;

One to leave and sever hope,
Never to return to life.
Something weak within would grope
And say farewell to ceaseless strife.

The other was to persevere,
To greet each coming day anew.
Endeavour to become sincere
And let my eager heart pursue ~

~the dreams I held to be forlorn
Within my sustenance were born.

Dark Flowers Beckon

I broke the heavens with a smile
That fashioned forth a thunderstorm.
What once was love could still beguile,
And memories take shapely form.

She moved like clouds upon the sky;
A floating dream of carefree bliss.
Within her heart I’d simply die
If I could not have her dearest kiss.

Words were whispers; sweet and clear
And in within the night we’d hide.
All of love’s creation near,
Darkness would at last subside.

Morning was a smile renewed.
Flowers; lovers not pursued.

Watching a Life
 
With its innate peril, the gentle shortcomings,
The much-loved flaws reflected thus so sweetly,I dream of life as it could be;
Joyously serene, a cup runneth over for all and sundry,
Diversity celebrated rather than feared in vain,
Rain drenching long-parched soil,
Sun gently warming, stirring up stray seed
Then
Something fine and new slowly flowering.

Cloud Maiden
 
Sweetness that carries from great light winds,
Your dress a reminiscence of feathers;
Aloft on dreams alive and light,
A trail of blissful incantations.
You’re forever just having left,
Leaving me here
Forever wishing
You would reappear.

Synchronize

When viewed from an eternity
How is it that I am alive?
From the source to this modernity;
What wills that I survive?

So many souls have gone before,
A myriad of hearts and minds.
After me, so many more,
And he who seeks, he finds.

I must be instantly aware
That this time is for me.
And live my days with even care;
Breathe in to live and Be.

Like grains of sand in a dusty glass
These days like a thousand pass.

Dream to Soothe a Working Mind

The world was a place of tranquil bliss,
The serenest welcoming of mirth.
The coldest heart could not dismiss,
A garden of love; this ancient earth.

Small creatures played with ferocious beasts
While gulls sang like sweet birds of song.
Men and women enjoyed week-long feasts,
And love was the sun; glowing and strong.

Peace was a word whispered with a smile
And truth nothing to write home about.
No need to deride or even revile,
Worship was love; eloquent, devout.

The dream made flesh in a flash of the Eye,
All longings fulfilled even before we die.

Whispers

Where but in that hopeful dream
Could love find refuge still?
As shimmers on a moonlit stream
Dance to and fro at will.

The word is whisper’d with great care,
The night surrenders soon.
One heart so big that we could share
And greet this honeymoon.

Caresses touch my inmost need,
The world is left there standing,
Lust is merely love’s own greed
Yet proves to be demanding.

Breeze of ages floats around
Flowing thoughts of bliss.
Music that at last has found
Perfection in your kiss.

I wish upon the brightest stars;
Tiaras in the sky ~
That Venus will seduce old Mars
And that love will not die.

Somewhere Else My Dream Belongs

'Tis not in this timid inner hemisphere,
Where ogres of the mind lurk dimly.
In a night that engenders my semi-fear
my Light is distorted so grimly.

The spark in my dream whispers sweetly
Of higher, most noble of notions.
And slowly, my spirit, discreetly,
Shows me how to greet my devotions.

At dawn, just before, sounds a bird;
Pure form, and serene, eloquently ~
Darkness retreats at this lyrical word:
In Your hands I place my faith now so gently.

Sound that stills a raging heart,
Denotes that nothing is apart.

Song for Laura

Where evening sun’s farewell pervades
A heart that longs for fantasy,
And moonlight soon will soothe the shades
That crowd upon my ecstasy ~

‘Tis here my mind must wander lonely,
A vessel on a moribund course.
Tempting fate to rage and stone me,
I attempt to once more find my source.

What made me this day this morose
Is what once happened, years ago.
No reasoning is so verbose
That with it all my hurt would flow.

Fate, a master cruel and kind
Would always know me here to find.

Of These Three

Tears of heaven, left to burn
Fiercely into ancient soul.
Watch stars ignite with awesome might
And so much still for me to learn.

Words of comfort smoulder gently,
Long after the hurt has waned.
Kindnesses spread all around,
With one small gesture much is gained.

Dreams of interweaving hopes,
Sorrows melt like first dew droplets.
Sin and Laughter play together,
Tumble down from Spring’s green slopes.

Be a guiding star to some:
Live a world of love to come,

Watching you,
Fall asleep,
I give in.

Overhead,
Underneath,
All around.

Silently,
Night moves in,
Time of dreams.

She believes,
Me to be
Her true love.

22 October 1999, Gouda

The dream pervades
the twilight shades
while overhead
the moon seems dead
and underneath
the once-green heath
downtrodden lies..

Dawn Bliss

I dream of you
looking at me;
so close, so very near,
only to wake up
and see you looking at me;
so near, so very close.

Haven

Where dreams alight to freedom found,
As welcome melodies pervade,
Is where my love and I are bound
By lofty glare and earthly shade.

Grove of oak-leaved whispers hides
Lovers strange and overjoyed.
We washed up on some ancient tides
Which modern life had not destroyed.

Arrived at last; this distant shore
Was always within sight.
We'd lie and dream for evermore;
Made happiness our plight.

One word for love, one love the word,
We speak the love no one has heard.

Ommekeer

In vroeger jaren placht ik bij tijd en wijle
De hemel zelve te bestormen.
Kon niet langer zuchten, dralen;
Mijn wereld mocht nochtans vervormen.

Ik schreeuwde dag en nacht om ontij,
Vreesde niets dan wat me deren kon.
Leefde luid en stout en vrij,
Genoot van elk facet dat ik verzon.

Niets dan duisternis vervreemdde
Mijn werkelijkheid van diepste ziel.
Ik voelde me een ware ontheemde,
Levensmoe; dat scheen mijn stiel.

Nooit, nee nooit kijk ik weerom,
Houd mij voor het verleden dom.
Wat eens zich voordeed is nu slechts schijn
En doet zich voor als zoete pijn.

Forlorn, the eagerness returns
to stalk once more my open mind,
encapsulates the dimlit vaults
of what once breathed life and love.

Day Break

Ablaze in a maze of my own devising,
suprising no one but my higher self,
with petty pity for my own hurt feelings,
slowing down my upward advance,
all the while in tune with resentment fuelled,
harshness embraced, eagerness quenched.
Aghast at my limitless self-imposed limitness,
stressed out squabbling heart-wrenching heart,
always murmuring, rarely helpful.

I glance at myself like this, sideways,
too unkeen to really see,
this ogre-small, inelegant
vivid side of me.

Hours, Minutes, Lifetimes

Dream, hastily moved an inch
Trenchcoat warfare, silent rumours
Faster than a lightning bullit
Creeps a long-detested thought.

Longing


Near-perfect hues of pink and blue
evaporate before my eyes.
Painstakingly I must pursue
this colour fate; this canvas prize.

I walk within a mirrored cloud,
upon a velvet moss.
endeavour to cast off this shroud
remove my soul from earth-bound dross.

To climb and not descend again
and feel the sun's warm golden arms.
The silver screen behind the rain;
the end to nervous, small alarms.

Scale


Stagnant tendrils of surrender
sleep within a pupil's eye.
Post-haste post returns to sender
resigned to fate; my lullaby.

Solvent streams of liquid gold
forever dreaming lonely dreams.
Amber shine that lures the bold
sleep is all that's left, it seems.

Surreptitious serpent traces,
slow repentance now surrounds,
like Ourobouros self-embraces,
lingering forgotten sounds.