Poems I write in the night

We were forged in a Star. And O how sad it is that stars, like all else beautiful, must die. I had my thousand years, did you have yours?

And the last petal fell before you or I ever noticed. But that’s what happens when you stop paying attention, isn’t it?

I had you, for a while, muse.

I still hear those bells ringing

Singing

Their somber tune

As their arches hang,

In tens, then ones,

In that empty space above my head

That’s so familiar

you’re the cool breeze breathing down my neck

you’re still the hatchet in my back

the madness in my trek

As the weather changed,

Across the sky,

The Nitrous pulsed,

Like lightning,

A cool breeze,            inhale.

I’m in Montreal again,

at the door,                exhale.

New Years things

I hope this year is different.

I hope it brings new things,

A new ‘you’ or ‘I’ and ‘me’ and ‘my’

To pass me over or get me by

New friends and more

that’s so easy to adore.

It’s time to stop being sad,

For me at least.

And it’s time

I don’t hate you

Yet somehow the walls drew me in, and I spent every day turning more and more cream.

And now the walls are full,

Because it is I that turns away,

I hope you’re free without me

I hope you don’t miss me

I hope you learn to live without my love

The truth is,

You and I?

We drowned each other long ago, struggling for me and you but never for us.

For now my love’s just for me.

Blood red oil,

Burning thin,

Bleeds my blue sky.

I’d like to thank the embers, auroras and fireflies

That have helped me

Live

Through this,

The darkest night.