Starless winter night, the cold dark waters - the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers - yet waiting in agony at the rainy harbour, stands an old woman with a man's hat for shelter, crying, "How now Boatman, are you there? My son took the ferry last Wednesday, and I've heard none from him… Continue reading The Boatman Series (2) – The Boatman and The Mother
Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters; The boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers, Yet, waiting hatless, at the lonely harbour, head bent down, a solitary smoker, leans 'gainst the mossy ladder - coat revealing a silver dagger... Breaking into a sweat despite the shiver, The boatman reluctantly takes him in and stammers, "And… Continue reading The Boatman Series (1) – The Boatman and the Traveller
Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales? I hear stories of the lost and gone, in the winds and gales; in the shadows of time, they move and dwell - their goodbyes sudden, devoid of the death knell. But I've seen many a person leave, and my queries quell; known how to be… Continue reading Who says the dead leave, and tell no tales?
The night transports me to us, and your thoughts, like moments of a kaleidoscope amid imaginary chaos; as tears swell like the tides pulled by these eyes, drying up before they stream and leaving a heaviness within, fading before the release... A catharsis at the cusp, left incomplete, crawling back to its cavern - but… Continue reading Tossing and Turning
O howling wind lead me back home don't let me roll like aimless stones, like dust, dissolve in ancient seas, or forgotten, revolve in galaxies... Speak of words that guide me - whispers of truth, of eternity... Lead me where I find myself; a solemn prayer in love, to dwell... O howling wind, lead me… Continue reading O Howling Wind!