The Crown

A whirlpool develops around my heart,
As I watch on;
A kaleidoscope of monarch butterflies dances over her like a crown
In honour or celebration
Of a blessing from the lord of life
The rarest of sights: a natural apparition
Am I witnessing the missing link,
Between man and nature?
Then she sees me with those perfect eyes
And I felt myself being pulled into their centre
Under those green whirlpools
Into the eclipses at their centre
Only, I did not wish to come back up for air
If what I’d be coming up for;
Is a life before I witnessed that remarkable sight,
And what it means for all life.

#TheKnot

Grace is full of knots
Ring it out, son
To find blood-splatter
Plenty here to forewarn
A man was drowning in despair
It’s like a self-fulfilling prophesy
That no one could do anything about
To save a musically-gifted soul
From his traumas
Drawing in the surrounding darkness
And forming a noose
For the reset was a drug too tempting to resist
And he was an addict of a sort
All his tragically short life

The Perpetual Stalemate

Dark clouds retreat,

Light clouds advance,

It has forever been thus, I’d imagine;

May be there is a eternal war in heaven,

With neither capable of decisive victory;

Trapped in a perpetual cycle of advance and retreat;

With only hint of the violent blood bath that underlies,

Evident at the edges of the sky,

Where they meet both at sunset and dawn;

A perpetual stalemate;

That has existed,

Since the beginning of time.