Spring shall wait...

The sun is shedding its winter veil
And clouds are melting in the warmer air.
Birds will fly back on their yearly trail
When trees are adorned in summer flair
Yet my world is still trapped in winter’s gloom
Bare branches point heavenward as if in prayer
Wild flowers are waiting in their buds to bloom
Because spring cannot come until you're there

Hope

I saw your eyes o little one
Yet unborn, unconceived, unperceived
I felt their warm dark glow
Pierce this cold dark night
Like a distant nameless star
A tear seeped through mine
Like a winter raindrop; lifeless, soulless
And gripped these helpless arms
That may not always shield you
From a merciless world
Yet I hold this flickering candle in the rain
A little fountain of starlight in my hand
Rising up to take its place in the night sky
To shine down on your world
On a distant tomorrow

Reflections

There is a little dream
Drifting across my scruffy heart
As I sit by this little stream
Trapped in a crystal smile
And listening to a crescent moon
Whose words my mind beguile

A little drop of starlight
Scurries across the Milky Way
On a dark, cold, deserted night
To breach my sleepy eyes
As I awake from my little dream
Stronger and more wise

Nowhere to go...

The world rushes past me at a constant 70 kilometres per hour, occasionally punctuated by screeching brakes and melting burns. The never ceasing monotone of tires battling asphalt drains my empty ears. Smoke and burning rubber are the only smells I can remember as they move in and out of the inner cavities of my body with impunity. Every single organ in my body seems to have given up – except the mind which still occasionally sets out on expeditions to the remotest corners of the ocean in search of silence and treks its way to the top of a snow-capped mountain for a breath of fresh air; and carries back with it, their barren isolation.

I don't remember

I have forgotten what it feels like to be in love - to feel the infatuation, the anxiety, the thrill of making eye-contact while trying to steal a glance and then noticing her lips part in a half concealed smile, the utter laziness you feel when you wake up in the morning that makes you lie in bed thinking about her for hours without getting up, poetic thoughts gushing through the mind with every single thought of her, the intoxicating mix of urge, pain, jealousy, hope, fear and apprehension, the blind optimism…
And with it, I seem to have forgotten, for a brief moment, how to write.