The Closest Place To Heaven
Diagonal snow obliterating clear blue sky,
A cold, white duvet softening our footfalls.
Cushioned silence encompasses the path; our senses.
Trees link arms, jealously guarding the carpet
In spring they said we had a drought,
Nature went to sort it out,
Then it never stopped raining.
Beside The Brazier
A cold, damp night, no cheerful home.
Fingerless gloves clothe frozen hands.
Filled with abjection at life's rejection, society's revulsion.
What brought him to this? What turn of Fate?
Dreams Of Long Ago
Serene and reflective the old woman sits
warming her legs by the fire.
Calm and objective, her mem'ry selective,
past lovers and wanton desire.
Suddenly he was there amid city roar,
Pale hair accentuated by cream coat,
Was he real or an unattainable anomaly?
Nameless: A Rupert, Adam, Steven, Joe.