dark days

Not quite
day light
winter's night

quite near
ghostly fear
end of year

Getting there
Christmas fair
trees bare.

vampire

eternally bringing death
for life eternal
nightly sipping life
i cannot die
the wrath of timeless pain
my only shadow
the owls morose refrain
my only muse
I crave the grave
and sweet eternal sleep
driven by base needs
I want
and weep
and weep

masked ball

Your festival smile draws us in,
promising pleasure,
a party within
those sparkling eyes offering fun
a hint of mischief
you shine like the sun.
In your special party dress, cut to hug your figure
you dance until the dawn
you embody life and vigour.
Whirling on the dance floor,laughing as you leap
it's only when the ball is over
you allow yourself to weep

Grow up

Grow up, feel the pain
of labouring in vain

Hear the ticking of the clock
growing faster, keen to mock

See the leaves fall from the tree
wondering how long spring will be

Believe that you just can't win
with your spirit lost within

Chase deadlines until your dead
where once you chased dreams instead

Crush

Give no sign
not word or smile
our balance is precarious

don't go ahead
stay behind
wear masks of indifference

never reveal
forever concealed
Dream on

Feign coolness
but know

the heart beats still within

your beacon

far away
a light still shines
dulled by distance
a constant glow
guiding lost souls home
listen carefully
beneath the storm
two hearts beat
quietly but resolutely
marking time
waiting
just waiting

sweet temptress

My senses fill with promised delight
I tremble with anticipation
preparing to indulge

You cast your net wide
your silk so fine
waiting for the tempted

As I touch your web
my nerves alert, to late
held lightly

I face you, not bravely
trembling with fear
you anticipate your indulgence

and so I end
wrapped in your embrace
cocooned in silken thread
losing my head

Decide

Seeking all ways.
Always on the razor edge
perched precariously
should I jump before I fall?

Waiting.
Tense and fearful
weighing the odds
so still
weight finely balanced.
Freezing time.

Slowly slipping to one side
resigned to fate
let go, slowly
taking the breaks