POETRY

Dragons and Dungeons

I went down to the dungeons of hell to look out for you,

But I couldn’t find you there, luckily.

I would have taken you by the hand and pulled you out,

although it would have been you to make me see.

I would have kissed the wounds in your soul and on your feet,

I would have washed them and balmed them with my tears.

Why are heaven and hell so close together,

Why are dragons in dungeons so fierce?

I will go down to the dungeons of hell to look out for you

Even if the one trapped down there is me.

Water

The waves kiss the sand and the sea dwells in the caves;

the waterfall lands on the rocks and the rivers brush through the fields;

the wetlands rest on soil, the lakes on clay,

why did I have to be fire?

The saddest, cleverest set

It is like looking into a lagoon in a quiet and still day,

like looking in the mirror with an Angel standing behind,

it’s like talking beyond words, beyond smiles.

I have always wondered what the ones of the One I worship,

the One I pray to every day, the One I try to live my life for

would have looked like. Anything like this?

Sometimes it feels like it, forgive me Lord for saying it,

but they are the saddest, cleverest set I’ve come across yet.

Was it the mummy? Was it just life? Let me take it in and make it mine.

November Rain

Scooter trailing through wet leaves,

Father’s footsteps in soaking pants

A touch of red in brown and green,

A gyraffe and a tiger cub.

My wellies splash under the tree roof

The air is moist and full of bliss

I wonder at the gracious gyraffe

And see that something’s been amiss.

Does any of this have a purpose?

Does it ever have an end?

But I never ceased to wonder

How far one is to bound to bend.

Oh, ye stupid, stupid brainless,

To see me back to square one.

Take in the pain, nothing is painless,

And the duck might turn to swan.