Starry Night

An unlucky break is coming

See, it’s up there in the stars

In the dark, misspelling passion

Side the roar from speeding cars

Sipping calm their spittle coffees

While the bentwoods creak a frown

Sudden action takes in front them

Yet continue, tech eyes down

As the impacts shatter futures

Rise crimson crests of tide

In such mayhem play the creatures

Loosened souls no longer hide

When truth is squeezed from logic

Just a moment changes all

The whole world embraces panic

But bystanders take the fall

In the zone of cherished memories

Collapses now the starry night

And all nights, tomorrows’ histories

Can not erase the plight

The Question Of You

And the racing thoughts

do nothing to quell the question of

You

With falling colours

and parched fingers no longer seeking the

Sun

Now arms burdened with gifts

for the cycle, as things will

Pass

As you crave the rest

still the storms are here to

Endure

And the racing thoughts

do nothing to quell the mystery of

Trees

 

©HeyHey 2017

This Elegant Paradox

When rain came, the morning stilled.

Sid’s ode accompanied a blaze of today

while a vast unconsciousness,

in another place, a different time,

squandered this perhaps reality

for the sake of yesterday’s meaninglessness.

 

Came those beads of devotion,

their involuntary role

chance t’ward purification.

Discrete pellucid enigmas,

yet anatomical;

resembling a thought of corporeal originality.

 

The fire spread;

gorging shadows, evaporating nightmares.

In its wake remained the falling melody;

a likeness of invisible rues.

Still, it’s good to watch an inevitable and harmonious

death by evaporation or incorporation.

 

With thirst abated

and a cordiality of degrees,

illusions came vapour, alike the dryness breaking out.

Arising, to take a spell of mindfulness,

the perception to witness through panes

such universality of elegance, with a trace of paradox.

 

©HeyHey 2017