Only Midnight

only

midnight blue can hold the whispers

uncensor silence blown

on starry shore

only

midnight voice

refrains the verses

on mingled breath, holds promises of more

only

midnight dreams, suppressed in passive

subdued, receptive to the

midnight clock

only

in the midnight

witching hours, can magic

weave its spell, two hearts unlock

only

witches sing

their midnight chorus

plying charms in uplit cloudy night

only

on the midnight

brooms, flight enchanted ,

do dreams and spells converge in dead of night.

only

heed to

 midnight’s incantations,

enraptured time, all eras decree so

only

pass this way

if in your dreaming

dart of loving hex you need to throw

Toes Grown

There’s consolation and some comfort in the knowing

That streets I’ve walked upon they’ll walk on too,

That rivers I have known, they’ll feel in flowing,

Their gift of life transporting, they the crew

Forever destined to new embarkations,

New destinations, some far out of sight, 

Predestined in unknown determinations,

Forked with choices they believe are right.

There’s sympathy and empathy in feeling

That those who venture forth to find their route,

Deserve the trust and onward love they’re stealing,

Travellers whose first steps falter’d, as I put

A hand to hold, support the risk they took then,

Determined but with dainty, tiny toes,

Kissed in days I never saw when

New shoes would grow and feet would wander forth.

There are tears that now the door has opened wider,

While heart is closing round the children grown,

Seeking yet to hold a little longer

Even though they, like time, have flown.

I’m counting heads and reeling from the impact

Of emptier nest while four will still remain,

Pretending joy, acceptance of a life fact,

That children grow. And I still have this to feel again.

Evolving Seed

Virtuality,

New earthbound dream,  

Nothing quite as it would seem,

No one seen quite who they are,

Virtual reason, virtual stars,

Pictures painted,

Landscapes viewed,

Ungestured words believed, imbued,

Compelling world of make-believe,

Open, honest or deceive.

Venture where

Once footsteps trod,

Meet your nemesis or your god,

Faith in all enacted there,

Hidden ascension excluding stair.

No eyes to search

Nor touch convey

Friend or enemy, predator or prey.

World where judgement matters most,

Five senses voided, sooner lost.

Uploaded sixth,

Evolving seed,

Certified at point of need.

Embrace, escape, first sanctify

With power disclosed from inner eye.

Connect the bytes,

The matrix really,

See the feel, virtually.

Oy Vey!

Been and gone and done it today.

And freaking ever so slightly, if I may.

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Maybe more than a bit. Well, hey

Flying by the seat of my pants. A chancer, some say.

The brave, the bold and the helluva cheeky.

Taking a chance anyway.

What the feck! What the hell, eh?

Might mean I have to shut up a bit here in some days.

Sorry, what was that? How very dare you! I say.

And it’s not even gonna be poetry, Oy Vey!

 

Neither was this right enough…

Might sicken your happiness though and just come on to bug you now and again. 🙂

 

Is it possible to shit a brick? Just wonderin’, as is my way.