Category: Poetry

Where the magic lives

I seek the road
Which takes me higher
Up to where the magic lives

And there take in
All that is
Spread out into infinity

I love the way
A daylight moon
Reminds me

There are stars
Beyond blue sky
Uncountable stars

And planets circling
Most of them, and
Some with moons like ours

I stand still
Losing my balance
As the world falls away
Beneath my feet

Eroding, eroding, eroding
All which had supported me
Until I am perched
On a pinnacle

I love a city
Which allows itself
To seem small

So that its setting
In all its glory
Becomes the tale

There are places
I like to go
When the world seems
A little grey

Places where
I always find
The colour
I’ve been missing

Dusk descends
Hard and fast
Like the rain

Clouds
And mountains
Mingle

In a waning light
The camera records
As a monochrome

When I realized
No conflict
Could be resolved
Either by winning
Or capitulation
I began to understand
The true nature of conflict

The interplay
Of force
And resistance

Under a sky
So ridiculously
Canary, Amber and Orange
My presence seems
To be the true miracle

How is it possible
There is such glory
In this universe
And how improbable is it
That I am its witness?

Time seems so merciless
And malicious

Until I look again
And see the beauty
In the dilapidated
The strength
In the distressed
The resilience
In the rusted

Dusk settles in
Light waning in the sky
Slate blue clouds
Weave between the peaks
Howe Sound calm, serene

The world settles into an armchair
At the end of a long day
Breathes a sigh
Takes a long draw from the wineglass
And lets the worries drift away