On Fire

"Sunlight blinds us from darkness"

The Presentation

When you get to the point about bridges,
Is where I would like to get up and leave.
To leave
You, unfinished and incomplete,
Like a canvas of undefined colors
Without their identity, forgotten by the painter.
I have never liked bridges, you know.
More than making me happy
For connecting two views,
They remind me of waters flowing for ages
Underneath them.

Is it this much fun to put a period on
Life and some things like it?

The Scream

It is inside my heart
Like a stinging tear, suspended
Delicate, yet gripping the walls.
Going on and on, in pain,
Rising, stretching, hurting -
The scream

I wonder if you remember
That was not how
I used to call your name.

My Doing.

The alley is damp and dark
My favourite place
Neglected and owned.
Silent like a starless night.

What have I done
To that, which was
Never meant to be taken?

What have I done?

They and me. Connected.

I have seen people pass me by,
Whirlwind in their worlds.
I have seen how they make
How they break
Maybe how they take
This breeze around me.
A coldness is stirred to go on.
A feeling I had never known.
It was in the wind
It is in my ways
Swirling through my nights,
It is in my days.

I wonder if people feel
How it is before it is not.
How the touch and the glimpse
Fell before they were lost.
A rare shade of blue
Lost in another stroke.
With the snowflakes long gone
Oh! How this coldness goes on and on.
It was in the wind
It is in my sighs.
Clinging to the lashes,
Now it is in my eyes.