Arrested

dust of seemed swallow secured on grey slate

risen dessication its fate

forever entranced, disabled by time

flightless now ever in state

dust of arced angel arrested alone

ached by stillness in stone

nary the one nor other may move

struck in time, brief and long gone

impressions imprinted, immobilised

impossible gifts to new eyes

cast by creation then clefted to wait

separated from life ‘mid soft sighs

Gondoliers of Light

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Navigated clouds, we did,

Packed for journey’s end,

Gondolier’d beams’ passages

Through gate of soul’s best friend.

Rode on waves of denser mass,

Cast shadows far below,

Soared to heights of ecstasy,

Paid dues for Peter’s show.

Lived the light, drank in its worth,

Streamed it through the night,

Believed in dawn, its heraldry,

Basked in glory bright.

Travelled far in torpor’s wake,

Languid in our bliss,

Transcended life in heaven’s arms,

Partook of its warm kiss.

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Messengers

Sexless, these angels

Guiding we spirits,

Steering a course,

If but asked.

Communion

Of souls,

Messages convey,

This, their god-given task.

A guide to the left, to the right

Or straight on,

Eyes closed

To see them in splendour.

Heavenly heralds,

Musical muse,

Their bugles blast,

Restore to sender.

Dreamscape

A voice unexpected

Calls out from the deep,

Enters my mind,

Troubles my sleep.

It whispers in sorrow,

Blighted it seems,

Tangles, entwines

In all of my dreams.

Meaning’s unclear,

Answers are none

For questions are woven,

Intricately spun.

Trapped in my mind,

Lost in my soul,

Arrives in the darkness,

Pleads to make whole.

Closed eyes review

Unworldly perusal,

Tears form in both

At day’s blunt refusal.