City falls

With misty eyes recount the radiant hues
Of autumn, with the help of gloried muse.
That glow across the lofty mountain side,
The auburn touching somewhere deep inside.
While in the city, on these hardened streets,
Reluctant urban dwellers gently weep.
For all we see around is shitty brown,
As leaves upon the rain soaked kerbs fall down.
A coarse cacophony of blowers starts,
Tears through all thoughts of love from tender hearts.
If only we could hear the mountain wind,
Instead of this counfounded awful din!
Oh Autumn, of such radiant glowing hues,
I’d bin this city life for shades of you.

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The Thread

I sit in silence, waiting to be read;
Longing for gentle lips to speak my words,
Yet more that spirit might delve in my head:
Extract elixirs which themselves need heard.
Soft now your footsteps wandering my mind.
What, browsing through my volumes, do you seek?
In asking of the keeper you may find,
But revelation may just leave you weak.
Pages a testament to love which was,
An ode to what the fates themselves arrayed,
For in my living now I still feel loss:
My memories like open wounds displayed.
  Do you recall how freely my heart bled,
  When with your silence you cut through the thread?

Wallowing

A minute of your time please, if I may?
Soon March will turn to April, turn to May,
And then it will be far too late to say
That what I want is You, right here, today.
But you are gone, I know not where you are,
I seek you in the night amongst the stars,
So long it’s been since you were in my arms;
The space you left, an ever present harm.
I see you in my dreams, such tortured sleep!
Those bitter hours when I no longer weep,
But fall into a senseless state so deep,
That morning comes and goes without a peep.
 To wallow in the pity of my grief
 Is easier than finding self belief.
—

This is somewhat of a throwaway Sonnet which fell out as I was taking notes for something else. The rhyme scheme too simple but yet a reminder of repetitive days and nights, not changing for the better. 

This is the me that I try and fight every day. The one that greives for every relationship which has ended; who struggles to accept loss, who wants to write or message, to just take a moment of their time to say how much they are missed. -A-

No more to sleep

From night which holds a stillness steeped in calm
Still warmed by embers of a gentle fire
In blankets’ soft embrace within your arms
As light grows in the west with day’s desire.
Gently to wake in warmth of tender dawn
To birdsong from the lofty boughs above
Lifts spirits with a lilting tune of morn
As sweetest dew traps light within its glove.
To walk outside upon the verdant grass
Barefoot amidst the crocus flowers deep
Let nature’s freshness kiss your toes at last
With sense awakened now prepare to leap.
  No more to sleep, unless a pleasant dream,
  Alive to life and so much more to be.

Wilderness

I look across this now so foreign world,
As thick grey smoke of progress blots the sun,
And choke on futures bought for blood not earned,
With heaviness, my heart is come undone.
For towers graze a sky which once was blue,
With wooded hills the pinnacles of land,
Blessed old now fast replaced with brutal new,
And sadly gone is beauty at their hand.
I wake from startling dreams which leave me ill,
Of futures which I pray will never come,
Look out the window to see green of hills
And dawning over mountains, golden sun.
Might I, with nature, hold against the tide
And walk these hills, in love of nature’s pride.

Nomad soul

The nomad soul, now quiet, settles down,
Hard fingers soft caressing coloured cloths,
Evoking bustle in an ancient town,
Where hawked were products of peculiar moths.
Long lost aroma of a censer’s smoke
Recalled, now drifts upon imagined breeze,
Which carries burning spice, thick as to choke,
Bold tastes and flavours linger there to please.
The glinting brass in golden light of sun,
Which warms his skin with tender morning glows,
Shines as a hoard, a legend’s hero won,
A regal gift from grateful prince bestowed.
  With resurrected voice from haunted past
  Her face within the crowd echoes at last.

AGW 23rd January 2017