Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Even Hermit Crabs Get Lonely

Even Hermit Crabs get lonely
On the sea floor beneath the waves,
As a tide of life sweeps above them
Whilst sheltered in their shells.

The crab scuttles across the bed
Of the deep and teaming sea,
And in it's solitary home it dreams
And in it's dreams is free.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Akay Wood


In the woods I walked
Till a sight through the arms of trees
I saw, a light that burned
Amongst the dark,
Emblazoned on my eyes.

It was cold that night.
A frost made crisp my steps.
And I felt a peace descend.


Though a star is chained it dances
And in it’s throws illuminates those
Cast under and aside, with different shades
Are all perceptions changed.


I am the Lord of the Dance, said He

In the revel of an evening
By the light of the shining star
By the side of the slow running river,
Midst the trees as they creak

Even as a solitary figure in the shadows
Where questions are echoes –

The grass made ice figurines
Ferns carved and hardened.

No answers are given,
As I walked the path home.