A Special Day

It was a special day,
not to tell or stray.
Such a singular day was to touch
in a moment of so much
that I don’t understand at all.

The day was too short.
Still, profoundness will distort,
and the very absence of words
- so existentially absurd!
But who needed a communication wall?

The day has gone;
a day we all were one.
Now the years and the mystery will remain,
as inviolate as we are sane.
Hey, these beautiful reflections are all to call.

Thinks, “A special day.”

©2012 Hey Hey

For Jonathan and Katia, married Sunday 26th June 2012

when

when

uncertainty looms as certainty in the grey sky
of this clay dry
day
since you went your way

and sitting here
midst the depths of unclear
i don’t know
the show

with the remoteness that is no coming home
and the numbing tomb
of all the words said crass
cutting to the bone like lazy, shattered glass

bound here
till i disappear
in smoke
a fate to surely choke

still, the grey has beauty in
each fold of clouds, where sin
could likely drift away
just as you left that day

here
with every passing year
is dust
motes of all did trust

doubtlessly, the days of qualm must pass
and as the stars amass
your parts will whole again
the question merely when

©2012 Hey Hey