Fray

in forgiveness we place trust
and in trust we place hope

in hope we place
the simplest of longing
the deepest of hurt

the world is too wide
for my life to end
too young to die
too old to live

too scared to will, to love
fraying at the side of us

No Sooner

no sooner had the autumn dusk gathered
that a mind full of queries started racing
full of astonishment; disbelief
and saving songs for the winter
restlessly settled down

and in all said and done
contradiction; lies
maybe thats what i wanted
maybe thats what i needed

no sooner had he left
my mind was left racing

Japanese Poems

these verses from a book i just bought are so good. they are just verses, not long poems, so each line i leave in between marks the separate poems.

by morning, the leaves
have fallen into silence,
the wind has finally parted,
like lovers after a night,
all talked out, now broken hearted

call it loneliness,
that deep, beautiful colour
no one can describe:
over these dark mountains
the gathering autumn dusk

from over the moors,
the wind stirs the pampas grass
along this narrow road,
and the evening sun grows cold,
and the autumn begins to close

without beginning,
utterly without end,
the mind is born
to struggle and distresses,
and dies - and that is emptiness

by a nameless stream -
small and very beautiful,
last night spent alone -
these broad desolate fields
in a harsh summer dawn

it's not a dewdrop -
it is only this old heart
settling on a flower.
but now it quakes and trembles
at each new breeze, every hour

Him

perfection...
it drips from him

everything - enigma, pride, light
leaking out all from him

maybe it could have lasted

and staring into those eyes
like a child staring at candy
they were so bright

like snow falling

and with the power of perfection
he could do anything

slow, flying, sweet
maybe thats how i'd describe him

and wings that could have
taken me further

but they brought me back

and after a while
you'll find
maybe perfection doesnt exist

cuz maybe he absorbed too much light
and threw away the darkness

Contradiction

something that remains unchanged
something ever sustaining
yet ever changing
running on copper blue

one part blue;
two parts black;
three parts white;
four parts red;

seven parts cold

something so pure
kept in a bottle

somehow
like a tree of light
meandering forever
looking for roots to grow
posessing a kind of trusting stubborness

second glances
turned to a parcel of songs

Confessions of Falling

somehow time flies when you're around

and you snatch back that piece of summer too quickly
that summer you give me
before i can savour it

with you
nothing ever falls into place

cuz they fall too quickly

and you'll try to keep time
from flying from your reach
too scared to lose control

and at hand
i sneek 2nd glimpses at you
for fear if the sunlight
should disappear from your eyes

eyes that can take in the sunlight

everything that you do
every step, every little move
you do it ever so carefully
so as you wont fall
into the waters of depression

and right now
im sinking, falling

falling right into those eyes
falling right through them
falling hopelessly right where you are

maybe it was just sunlight in your eyes
but at that moment
i was experiencing summer