Time after time

Allow yourself to remember, in the silence of rain

When stories hush over fields of forgotten dreams

And earthy smell of wet ground, briefly, takes you home

Allow yourself to remember, in the presence of laughter

Where inhales meet exhales on that bitter-sweet border

Of everything that is, and everything that hasn’t become

Allow yourself to remember, when darkness pulls you close

Whispering night terrors whilst dawn holds back

And starless skies make you wonder if price came too high

Allow yourself to remember, as age and diamonds pile

Whenever destiny confirms that her grip allows no escape

Allow yourself to remember me, in moods of the heart, sometimes

Time after time




On Canvas made of Silence

Across time and distance, it waits

For us to slow down and see it for what it is;

Ties, invisible, have a character and patience of their own.

Weighed down by baggage, we hustle ourselves

Into the known – or that which we deem knowable

Where minds produce realities of our liking

And we get to ignore forces of nature, including our own.

Across time and distance, few bonds survive

Like cacti in a desert that need no water to bloom

In lonely landscapes that penetrate our existence.

I can’t tell if our orbits shall run into one another again, or

Whether our circumstances will be aligned.

But I sit here watching the invisible link

Between us: a trail intact while we’re still strangers.

Across time and distance, you make me smile.

On canvas made of silence


Was it what you knew
That drew you away?
Was it that we weren’t aware?
Our arc of togetherness
Is burdened by all said, or unsaid;
We forgot how to be.

Silence and secrets –
Sly balms and weapons –
Too long to aid, too short to awaken
Make us opposing figures
In a stalemate game.

Inevitably time flow will
End mutual deafness.
Or innate pulsation of piled decades.
Do you, too, blame me?
We are love stuck in a maze, seeking the line
Of rich and of poor patience.



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Waking Life

The crack
Making me blind
To the border between
Matter of daylight and
Experience of sleep.
Which one to awaken from?
And how?
Closed in a loop,
Waiting leaves my side
And I descend,
With gravity of my being,
Into the crack.



An ode to a friend

Take me to the sea, an abiding witness:
Its steady shore my home
Its brawny hum a purge
Every one glimmer relaxing across all time.

Take me to the sea, the bearer of my secrets:
Where ebb and flow, eternal and equal –
Granting and taking without prejudice –
Pursue one another, our lives a playground.

Take me to the sea, it knows what to do:
Accepting crumbled wishes and daydreams.
Its majestic patience a reminder
Of surrender to the Gods.

Take me to the sea and I will sail again:
As grays and blues meld
And waves ground the soul, hushing the ache.
Seize my hand, now, and take me to the sea.



The Core

A skeleton
Of us
Shapes of charcoal –
Dead or alive?

Wrecked intercourse
Solitude, and

If we could share
The magnitude
Of desire
In our orbits.

The jazzy bench
For those
Who won’t know.

Without continuum
What will survive?