the journey

as the character of this affection
has mellowed
from that new viridian
in an early spring
to a sun-bleached meadow
where memories
of the transient fire
remain true
in countless sighs
and limitless dreams

then here, on the navigable road
not the distant source
nor the destination
but singularly
the force of travel
that is love
the journey, without vehicle
more notion than creation
still, there is this open hand
to hold

©2009 Hey Hey

enigmatic magic

magic is real, you know that
but beyond the window
they don’t always understand
how a simple look
can change the whole sky
that a mere thought
can transform a day
into a lifetime

this enigma, such life as yours
beyond a waking time
into dreams and imaginings
of so much more
where now is gone
and everything is everlasting
where none is this
yet you are all

©2009 Hey Hey

share blue away

as grace is wonder in this day
when sun and moon share blue away
then stars must take celestial high
keeping secrets, how and why
and if the world left few amiss
should soothe in dreamland with a kiss

fortuitous is the time we spend
in make-believe, shall not forefend
the way it is, and while seconds
come and go, amends
shall last forever
fading non or never

to you, o’ darling child, sleep sound
for i will always be around

©2009 Hey Hey

beloved Katie Rayne

no reason

i kept those words as you closed the door
the thoughts pressing hard against
whatever constrains them
for some reason
but for no good reason

but this time they remained
and as the minutes passed they filled the air
they were in my head, in the room
in the dark
and then in dreams

i kept those words as you opened the door
easily concealed within
whatever conceals them
now there was no reason
to tell you i miss you

©2009 Hey Hey

where can we begin

travelling in the widest open places
that imaginings allow, where faces
rush for recognition, then they are gone
again, everyone

a fusion of day and dreams
within the grey, it seems
is insufficient to explain
or retain

so what of this constrained mentality
perhaps merely a higher order hospitality
with sense transcending its owner’s domain
yet, this is where we remain

looking outwards, looking in
with all of that history, where can we begin

©2009 Hey Hey

hearts of our youth

this chair in the coffee bar is so cold
next to the window it always avoids the old
who sip short lives away
perhaps spending their final day

scrutinizing through the glass, made opaque
by dirt, that disconnects this wake
from the world in a frame
passing by with no name

yet a child stops, exhaling plumes of breath
contrasting vitality with this cafe death
looks, through unfocused eyes
into the heaving void beyond, and cries

stay free, in the joy of unbounded infancy
avoid the craving for caffeinated necromancy
where is your mother’s hand
to guide you, help you understand

a cold wind of the past
enters with an opening door, at last
food for miserable decaying souls
of limited but well conceived goals

this chair in the coffee bar is so cold
chilled by the vampires that are the old
no-one will acknowledge the truth
we are but the digested hearts of our youth

©2009 Hey Hey

captivating

and i watched you so closely
in your faraway mind
with delicate hands
absent in time
making good the day
with rose petal fragranced solace
on moonlit skin

one touch adding tenderness
another an alabaster glow
but then the sweetest eyes
looking inwards
on the charms of a passing day
hence said your smile
of captivating love

©2009 Hey Hey