With what time remains
love me
make the memory
you need for now

I asked for nothing
and received it
now this
selfish thought

Smile ghost
before you’re forgotten
passing on
beneath the sheets


There is a dawn
that finds the way
a dusk to end
another day

We rise in hail
to walk through gusts
a pale snow skin
pure as rain’s rust

Thunder rumbles
lightning lands
our hourglass
returns to sand

Still as lonely
we wandering clouds
yet to decide
to speak aloud

Snow Rose

but a bloom away
hearth clinging
to one last flame

Red will resurface
with reflection
when eyes meet rose
meet mine

White worn
her skin a snow
I’ve tracked in daily
a dusting left at the door

They call it love
that embryonic ember
found in winter
remembered in spring


I’ve grown tired
of tying happiness
to the misplaced hairs
upon your head
those few brave souls
you’re unwilling to groom

For now this fairy tale
a failure of my own
to remain so happily mum
speculating on love
trapped in golden locks
waiting to be let down


Greetings rendered with grief
this inevitability
was one they believed in
faith in the failure
that would follow soon

There was no destiny
no predetermined point
when the next one
would come along
but it would

The story still the same
it ends
with no more love
and no less
vessels yet to crack

Ghost of Future Past

For a moment
it felt like home
felt like he could fool the distance
between heart and head

The giver
and the miser
when it came to love
the two were confused as one

Hear the noble heart
cautious from one wound
too many
but obligingly steady

And a head that would feed
those sweet dreams of future
through a sieve
of bitter past

For now a fool
at home in sorrow
so much in love
with where he thinks he is