Fading Twilight

I watch the passing landscape
with one hand on the steering wheel
one on the rolled down window
In the fading twilight
trees turn into silhouettes
and the world turns black
A long time passes
without a soul in sight

From the shadows
a town emerges
Its glittering street lights
penetrate the silence
As if a switch flipped in my mind
a horde of memories swoops in
in a myriad of vibrant colours
red, yellow, green
and all shades in between

The memories they are each
as heavy as the next
and as eager for my attention
I devour them all
until I’m possessed
I relive every minute
just as I have a thousand times before

But it’s no different this time
for I’m every bit as powerless
to make them stay any longer
All I can do is to watch them fade
back into the darkness
where their ghosts will remain
until the next time.



Who are we the ones who say “MeToo”
If not just nameless entities adding to the statistics
We waded through our youths voiceless and powerless
Taken on wild rides we seldom cared for
Lost, at birth, a bargain we never asked for
Our stories were lost in the pages
Of insignificance and banality
We were raised to ignore and trained to forget
Too bashful and reluctant to protest

But there is power in the multitude
Undeniable and irresistible
What one cannot do, ten thousand can
And so we add our voices
Feeble as they may be
For in the process we might lend
A helping hand to another hapless soul
Who in turn can raise their own voice
And say MeToo!

Broody Ale 

Broody Ale listens to a song
A perfect way to start
Just another passing day
Reflecting a shadow in his heart

Broody Ale could be a beer
But he would rather not
Could be fun, I insist
Disassociation would do its part

Broody Ale gets a flash of a memory
Something familiar and beyond reach
Scrolls through the collection that was
Oh, the things the memories would breach

Broody Ale won’t question why
Far beyond the answering point
There is a time and place for everything
A multitude of existences disjoint

Peachy Boy and Raspberry Girl


I’m writing a letter to my past self
The one that wondered if she would ever find love
I’m telling her that I’ve found them now
Over here making fruit ranking lists on a Saturday morning

He likes peaches, pineapples and nectarines
He likes them too much and cries over the ones he left out
She likes berries, in black, blue and red
Lemons and limes though not on their own

Call us dumb but we love it
Call us happy and you would be right
They don’t tell you when you are fifteen
That to be in love is to share the pleasure of simple things.

I’ll Stay

I’ll stay as long as you want
to make up for all the missed years
back when I did not know you
back when I was bruised and alone

I’ll stay as long as it takes
to make it all right
to overwrite the bad memories
with pictures of a worthy future

I’ll stay with you now
Won’t let you slip away anymore
won’t let you forget this promise
even on the days you will walk alone

And when winter arrives
like a picture on a postcard
We will have to part but I’ll leave behind
my memories to keep you warm.


You may have left
you may have ripped me apart
but you can’t take away
the shiver that ran down my spine
when you called me by my name
or the flutter in my heart
when I think of the way
you used to look at me
piercing through my leaded soul
you can’t take away
the way you held me
when I woke up shivering
from my recurring dream
or the impression
of your wet lips seeking mine
when I woke up to your sound
my fingers reaching
to caress your quivering throat
you may have left me
but you can never take away
the memories you imprinted
in the shards of my broken heart.

You and I

We are a coincidence
In a strange world of improbables
Like strands of gossamer
Floating around in a haunted attic
So unique, so distinctive
Yet so inexplicably similar
That it makes it hard to believe
A sentient creator didn’t premeditate this story.

Tramping alone on unforgiving trails
Our paths crossed at the foot of a waterfall
Tumbling down a towering granite mountain
Our eyes locked from opposite sides
Of a rainbow that was left behind
In the wake of the spray from the falls
There ain’t a grander view in the whole wide world.

The tingling evidence of our very existence
Plucks invisible strings
At the depths of our hearts
Stirring buried instincts
Lifting us out of the shadows
And soaring to the stars
On wings we grew on our own
Turning into better selves worthy of the other.

You and I
We are a stunning coincidence
Far beyond our wildest dreams.

Lost In A Cozy Dream

I dream of you dearest friend
I dream of the day this illusion would end
I dream of when I’d meet you at last
Our moment of reckoning descending on us fast

A myriad of thoughts pass through my mind
As I attempt to conjecture what we might find
Bereft of veils to hide behind and pretend I’m whole
Exposing both fragile body and soul

Would your loving heart be so freeing?
Would your embrace melt my entire being?
Would your smile break the tension of tears held at bay?
Would you flinch at the intensity of what I feel or say?

Hopes and ideals we’ve projected on to each other
Are our dreams better off away from reality rather
This chronically dejected state of mine
Would you be bored of in no time?

Uncertainties and crippling fears abound
But of one thing I am sound
Not seven seas, elven kingdoms or all the world’s gold
Would I trade for a day with you when my thoughts turn cold.

Dedicated to the crazy “internet family”.

Sarah’s Dream

It’s a sunny day
no longer a thing to dread
from a wooden cottage
a girl walks out
to a rock by the sea
carrying a cup of tea.

She leans back on the rock
pauses for a minute
her expansive gaze
taking in the calm sea
and chirping seagulls.

Distant notes from a guitar
light her face up in a smile
with a content sigh she reaches
for the bookmark in a worn-out book.

Dedicated to anybody who thinks this is a happy poem  😉

And yet I wonder

Your long fingers gliding on the piano
in an ethereal ballad of lament
your gravelly voice
forging sounds of inexplicable allure

The crack in your parched lips
in my mind I let a finger trace
an untold number of tales I’ve conjured
to hide behind your thousand yard stare

You are the epitome of inspiration
for all the words that I write
my only redemption
is the hope that you’d notice some day

Every faltering step that I take
every grave mistake that I make
it’s all for your sake
and yet I wonder, love

This life that I lead and the air that I breathe
you unwittingly bequeathed me
I’m eternally in your debt
and yet I wonder, love

Who are you?
my master and my muse
was I better off before you salvaged me?
was I better off dead?

Song in my head: Glass Arm Shattering by Porcupine Tree