I Want To See Your Shining Face

There will always be

A rain cloud sheltering us from the burning sea,

A wave of trembling gray sky

Separating the sunlight from you and I.

In these days of windy shade we shimmer,

Starlight, moonlight, refractions twinkling in time,

Sharing and searching for truths in each other,

Where faces imbue our spirits with its shine.

Secret Room

Clear your muddled, cluttered head

And have a slice of honeyed bread

To take into your secret room

Where your tea is hot and your flowers bloom.

There, you’ll think and have a smoke,

Text a friend with a random joke,

Watch the birds and people go by

From the window on the other side,

Start the first lines of a poem,

And just feel fully alive and alone.

Ugly Angel

There’s a dirty kind of feeling,

A deeply driven repulsiveness

That sits somewhere between the throat

And the far back of the brain.

A moment that seems eternal,

Like a punishment for some sin,

Looking inward to an abyss

Of secretly sensitive yearning.

The reflection of something I cannot see

Knaws and separates myself from their company,

Dirty, deep and seemingly forever

Like the immortal voice of an angel that’s ugly.