blue dot

another universe in a box
waiting for the clocks
to start
be a part
of a new everything
where they can sing
just one word

it’s not so absurd
to yearn
while the past and present burn

it’ll transpire
(that fire)
like it or not
tiny blue dot

©2011 Hey Hey

Again

A cobalt sky. Without sleep
again.
The silence though, tonight, is unnerving in
its intensity.
How can a cloudless sky have no stars? Where
do they hide? What is causing the silence?
When I look around I see the moon has
been watching me, secretly, strategically.
I know not the plan, nor the reason.
Then the horizon appears. What a surreptitious pair
of enemies
they are.
Illuminated from west and east,
I have to decide how to evade capture by the light.
Else I could be trapped
by night
or revealed by day.
A morning breaks, suddenly,
like an A-bomb,
blinding eyes and incinerating thoughts
of escape
from this wake,
again.

©2011 Hey Hey

Me

See!
This is me.
Not the one who walked down
noisy streets
to the store.
Not the one with the ironed blouse and
white finger nails.
This is the real me.
I used to sweep the path to
my garden
just to smell the sweet night
flowers.
I used to stand,
waiting for shooting stars to
change the
eternal sky.
Now you can know the reality.
When they arrived my
heart missed a beat.
When he arrived a
light appeared
to brighten
even the dullest day.
See!
This is me.

©15th March 2011 Hey Hey

Toast and Jam

Sleeping the world away,
whether night or day.
Desorbing the humour of wars
and Cinderella’s floors,
with dreams of stranger lives.
Outside the fault line thrives.

As she sings me into word,
Awakening seems too absurd
to pass up tales of faces,
smiling, frowning, but still with traces
of what is who I am:
a life of toast and jam.

Then, lonely tears of stir,
incarcerated blur,
define the changing theme.
Things are now what they seem,
without a fix of god.
Run, catch the land of nod.

©2011 Hey Hey

in the squall

when the breath of eve takes your arms
to fly high over the sharps and harms
whisper riddance to the dreams
as the approaching night takes it all, it seems

later, with a crescendo, first the notes
arrives a revelation, a reversal of motes
where the creation of life in harmony flows
then come the lyrical tears, and everyone knows

that there are always new days
whence the fortune stays
as the sunbeams dissolve the mist
and those whose eyes awaken are kissed

by the nature of water and air
and in the squall of this passing fair
who can find a quiet time of love
for both innocence and nightmares shine in stars above

so sing the heavens to those who wait
and become the smallest part in an ultimate fate
of whatever you might believe
whilst striving for such a freedom yet to conceive

©2011 Hey Hey