Tell me your sorrow.

Life is sand slipping through our fingers

Ours is to love an make the most of it

Why do you sit there bowed in silence?

Too sad that nobody can reach you

We can’t live like this

Please, tell me your sorrow.


Dusty wanderer

Hello dusty wanderer

Are you an angel in disguise?

Make me understand

I am a poor poet

Just an artist not a real person

Stuck in a windless sea

Blowing sails with feeble breath

Empty silence I have known

What does the ocean make of my suffering?

Graceless Vanity

Paint your faces with chalk and soot

Scorch your drums by the hearth

And hit them torn tonight

When the masquerade of spirits shall pass

Lest you be dragged to the underworld

For you have fallen in love

With all the things in life that destroy men

You have parted honey from comb

Now flee from the stinging wind

Your world is turned upside down

The sky is a turbulent sea

Dropping wrecks of ships on your heads

Your ships of vanity

And now you sift the shore sands

Grain by grain looking for grace


Turns out.

I thought some things were so important and valuable

Turns out they are not

Believed some people to be so wise and distinguished

Turns out they don’t know what they are doing

Turns out the most important thing is love

And the most valuable is life

That the wisest man is out somewhere in the yard

Feeding the birds

Or out in the field playing catch me with children

Joining in their songs of play

Making faces at each other.