Absence

i know that this house is waiting
i hear it in the room
i hear it the moment i enter
loud as the ocean breeze
it’s so thick i can almost touch it
but it’s only the sound of silence
emptiness in a sigh
gliding on absent feet
it makes the flames burn low in the grate
and the windows are empty eyes
i sit alone and gaze at the door
hoping that you will walk in

The Road to Lincoln

 

without sleep beneath the stars,
stumbling through the darklands
we skirted round the adder woods,
out, through silvered parklands

a moonlight, starlight princess
ahead of me, perfection,
my blanket round her shoulders
with only vague directions

we found the moonlit way to town
she walked ahead on silent feet
with many quiet miles to go
my love was real, complete

a moment came with sinking stars
imagination opened, a bright illumination,
all was as it should be, never could be
a short glimpse of liberation

without sleep beneath the stars
love remained unspoken
all was as it would be
the stars sank down, a fading token

the mystic dawn rose gently, new,
a soft mist stretched across the land
her long hair crowned with sparkling dew
we took the road to Lincoln

without sleep and wide awake
the night was over, washed away
back in noise and traffic
the harsh realities of day

i was never really as i seemed
a little lost and moonstruck
i was always wondering,
without sleep beneath the stars