Words

I imagine

what they

look like

in my mind

are they red black

is my mind

is it wet

is it like a mouth

words are all

I have

I tell myself

in my cave

I pave

my way out

with words

in the morning

I sing with the birds

so musical

in the sky

and with the clouds

I fly

to this

quiet place

where there

is no sound

and the world

looks so round

so beautiful

so delightful

so full

of enchantment

words make me forget

this life on rent.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).

A Beautiful Blue Wind

blows from the skies

towards me

here in bed

looking out my window

it is a big cloud of wind

deep coloured

it has music

it has soul

it turns into

a man

and dances

before me

and then I have

a dream

where the blue wind weeps

after its voyage

its long lone perilous journey

through brown hills

and just disappears

and it is so sad

there is

so much crying

the oceans roar

in the darkness at night

the city the buildings

sleep under the streetlights

dreaming up

visions of happiness

of bliss

I am transfixed

is this so

I ask

and there is silence

then slowly

I hear birds chirp

a crow caws

someone drops a vessel

in a flat nearby

I hear two trains

go by silently

and then a man’s

voice says something

the blue wind

had now disappeared

the dancing man too

was not there

the moment

had gone

and it had left me

this song.