A little drop

I dropped the night

Into a watery sky.

And watched

it’s inky fingers spread.

Stains across the sun.

And smiled.

As I realised,

Silence was falling.

Broken only by the soft

Sighs,

Of those who missed

The light.

Out With The Old

You breathe.

Slow.

Steady.

Light bleeds.
Dripping away as
Blackness,
Jewelled and sharp,
Pours foward. 
From lips so pale.

The contrast,
Stark.

Fading.

You breathe.
The sun away.

The Hiding Place

We heal.
In darkness.
The cool,
Solid black.
Licking.
Wounds.
Inflicted.
Under the careless
Gaze.
Of the ever
Flickering
Sun.

Away Before The Sun Awakes

The sun sets now.
And you. 
Away down that
One clear road.
Round corners and
On, on further.
Till out of sight. 
Still.
The scene
Plays on repeat.
Repeat. 
Until.
Corners bend
Tighter.
The road
Runs thinner,
Sharper.
And the sun.
Burns red.
Evermore.
And you
Away.
To nothing.
But a burnt
Memory.

Sky Swallowed Earth

With not even a whisper.
Nor last hopeful cry.
Just a silent sinking.
Below the eye.
The last weak yellow ray
Faded out, and
To a place forever changed.
We all awoke.
Fog in the air.
Mist in our throat.
Nothing but blurred.
Matchstick men.
We stumbled and fell.
As feet were lost.
And found.
Till one by one.
In this cloud land.
We all.
Drowned.

Excuse Me Sir

The moon while it slept.
Was silently slain.
Turning the sun white.
With grief and pain. 

The blue was stolen.
From all of the sky.
A vast emptiness reigned. 
Not a single bird would fly.

So in monochrome life.
A town shuffled slow.
One quiet soul alone.
Knew the curse would go.

Their voice was not heard.
Above each mournful cry.
And in ones, then twos.
Shadow people lay down to die.

The world it turned.
Till the population was one.
With a secret, silent prayer.
Misery lifted, darkness gone.

So in a new colourful life.
Heard loud and clear.
The smiling lone soul.
Sang sweetly with no fear. 

We Left You Behind

Nothing left.
But a brick
On sand and
Bleached bone.
Shrinking
Ever more,
In the late
Day sun.
An accidental
Statue.
To a once
Great home.
A memento
Of a fallen
Leader.

These Silver Threads Are Falling

Clutching at
Cobwebs in
The morning haze.
Being left with
Nothing.
But silver
Tattered strands.
Dying with the day.
These parts once
A beautiful
Intricate
Whole.
In this time.
Memories
Are growing
Vague.

I Momentarily Lost My Place

On a strange breeze.
A kind of spice.
Is in the air.
And something.
Is different today.

A haze.
All speckled.
It settles.
Across empty streets.
While the red gold sun. 
Sets alone.

And just for once.
A rest is here.
As we all forget.
To step outside.

Yes.

Something.
Is different. 
Today.

A Little More

A little more each day
The light changes.
Subtle differences
Colour and tint.
I would have called it
Bright, maybe
Yellow before.
Now grey is in my
Mind and haze clouds
My eyes.

It’s getting worse.
This dirty light.
Spreading hour by
Murky hour.
So I do what I can,
To chart this decent
To endless stained
Half light.

Still no one listens.
Its like they don’t
See.
A little more each day
We fade away.