Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Happiest Moment of My Life...

In that instant I held you close,
Gazing into the eyes of Love,
Awe-struck by your beauty.


In that instant we melded,
Moved by the winds of emotion we swayed
to the rythmn of one drumbeat made by two hearts.


In that instant time stood our only witness,
And everything in the world lay in my hands,
No longer to thirst, no longer to urge.


In that instant from a day long yore
But forever graven in my soul,
for 'tis the happiest moment of my life.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Still forever yours...


It matters not what we do,
you will never be rid of me
and neither I of you...
that first kiss, was the seal,
the silent waltz under the moon,
our pact with the goddess Love.

Though your finger carries his ring,
whilst my name she proudly bears,
in our deepest recesses,
behind these facades of mascara and mist,
in the sacred place of secrets we hive,
I am still forever yours and you, mine.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

If Ever...

If ever you strayed away...
If ever I lose the glory that is your touch...
If ever these hands can hold you not...

If ever my eyes can see not thine smile...
If ever, such a time cometh...
Surely, that'd be the death of Me!

Friday, May 11, 2012

The Wedding Photo

Smiling faces framed side by side,
Ebony and ivory on listless backdrop,
Hung high on the walls,
Adorned on every souvenir,
Their portrait of love,
Symbol of a union soon to become,
Reminder to the final day of loss and gain,
Invisible lines drawn in virtual sands,

Traces of sobs lingering at the edges,
As the thought gnaws ever deeper,
It should be me…

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Thy Swain (No longer)

Back again they flood the brain,
That irrepressible running train,
Cold ice flush down that tunnel of vein,
Harshly thrust out of shade and into the lashing rain...


Now seeable, the break cleaner than mere sprain,
In tow, escort of raw, unblemished pain,
The quiet gnash of strength show, prevarications and feign,
Where all that's left inside is fragments barely sane...

Days go forth and ebb down the drain,
Faith recedes till no more than a specter of grain,
It dawns, settles to rest on the still murky plain,
No longer am I thy swain...