Smoke on glass

A way was shut,
A glass was filled,
The red so pure,
Who knew would last,
A smoke so fine,
A vape so lit,
The wine that begged,
A glass how big,
So more it tastes,
The smoke it vapes,
The blow that pours,
A glass that holds,
The hand that seals,
The force ere shown,
New life be had.

Everyone wants to know their failures, but no one wants to be a failure. 

Behind the Mirror

Or was it a dream that never fought,
Or better yet this image she sought,
A beauty that cast herself into awe,
A longing for eyes transfixed she bore,
Glittered by single light phone emitted,
The girl in the mirror he fitted,
There was a girl walking away from here,
But my girl is not who she ought to fear,
Am not no monster that would break her,
Rather the destruction that bade me fair,
I’d rather walk round the mirror than through,
Would rather my love appear before I do, Read More

At the garden

I see a swallow across the fields,
There’s something; I’m walking away from thence,
So long I feel the air into a void suspense,
So long is the time I felt my spirit run,
Whose beauty can only testify ere the Sun,
Blesséd is I; this gifted joy can never go.

And the light that shines me this dainty glow,
A howling through the wind the tree brushes,
No sight so simple as much the blood rushes,
Whose flesh can never hold his mind so weak,
Whose steps through the way yonder seek,
My time erased or long has it come so far. Read More

Conversation with the Night

My night is soon to end, oh a little longer,
Alas so smooth but can never contend my dear,
Who can darkness lift if not to obey the sun?
No light can bring me wry for I am solely there,
This light that scorches me so but only breathes,
Alas so beautiful is the curtain I shroud around,
Colours that once were had only darkened esteem,
What colours if I am only the night to become?
This night that all things in light can never be,
Is not so long that shall I return and bestow again,
A moment for a while that you shall remain with me,
If only more could aspire to my darkening aura,
More do who would traverse the world for night,
My name begins with the night and ends in night.

Reading

For this fellow yearned to read,
Through every page his life took to lead,
A single word only a single breath he made,
Eyes that curdled from light thus to fade,
A distant memory once known flows to past,
With every line moved his soul so fast,
Worlds once known, too few to remember,
Some single passage, like a gate he enters,
A markéd man who bore life’s cruellest chores,
But still he walks knowing life’s better sores, Read More