Coal Harbour

Concrete and glass
Water
Calm below
Crystalline wisps above

Amber and rouge
Blue and black
Skyline betwixt
The sky and sea

City of Ghosts

I came to the city
Seeking
Vibrance
Colour
Culture
Excitement

But I found instead
A monochromatic panoply
Of materialistic
Greed
Selfishness
Dishonour

Even the ugliest things
Can be rendered beautiful
When looked upon
With a favourable light

There are places of history
We maintain
Beyond their usefulness
Because we want to hold onto the past

There are places of the past
We let go
To lie fallow and go to ground
Because we no longer need them

I love discovering
Small moments
In the presence
Of grandeur

It reminds me
That I am a small being
Existing within
Something greater than myself

On a large canvas
Even the brush strokes
Can be beautiful
Laden with insight

In the desert
Where only death
And the earth
Linger long

In the desert
I strip myself
Bare of conceit
Bare of ego

Four lions watch
Over the harbour
One toward the land
Three toward the sea

Mine is the hand which seeks you
Mine is the hand which finds you
Mine is the hand which takes you
Mine is the hand which makes you

Mine is the hand with the eye

I’ve done some pretty interesting things in my life

Sure, when opportunity knocked
I answered the door

But opportunity doesn’t always knock
Sometimes, I just leave the comfort of my own home