Lights And Waves

Lights And Waves
The Night Muse

Friday, May 27, 2011

Come Out and Play


                                                                                        
Sweet girl, hiding behind the sunshine
Won't you come out and play?

The streets are strewn with thousands of broken hearts
And the bare windows reflect bare faces
But, won't you come out and play?

Bring your doll and skip on the pavements.
Run down the lanes and laugh out loud.
So what if the puddle flows red
And the wind brings poisonous tales of deceit and hate
Come out of your corner, come out and play.

These mannequins walking past have doctored their emotions beyond what once was human.
Don't be afraid of their serpentine shadows
Little girl, come out of the eclipse.
Come out and play.

Come fill my sky with hope
Of beauty in a godless world
Of music in a town gone deaf
Of diamond dust sparkling up this life so grey and faded.

My darling girl, don't be afraid.
Come out and play.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Yours Sincerely


Your worldly banter drowns out your music
You let your glass fill up the gaps in the conversation,
As you twinkle in the smoky haze.
If all the company you need is in this lively room,
Why do you eyes seek out the spaces outside the window?

Oh, fool yourself with all the laughter and the wit-
You always wanted to fit in, yet stand out.
Contradictions you wrestle with when everyone has left.

Interior monologues, so difficult to translate –
Pick up the pen, and lay it down.
Call out to yourself, but he has long passed out.

Your glib mask is starting to stick, my friend.
You woo the world with your boyish charms,
Riding the momentary waves of youth’s beauty
While your true brilliance lies dull and rusting somewhere inside.
Your mirror was always a liar, or did you forget?

I shall hate to be the chronicler of -
A rough diamond in life, and not much different in death.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Fools

She never said anything,
He never tried.
Cupid sat by twiddling his thumbs-
Watched them as the flutterings died.

Her heart belonged to someone else,
His belonged to a dozen or more.
Theirs was an ode to the Grecian Urn-
The stuff of legend and lore.

And sitting by Cupid, as this cruel infinite gestation witnessed I-
They danced a merry dance, no tears to cry.
Oh! The futility of penning down lines about star-crossed lovers-
God’s own game of chess divine.

They met, they wished, they parted-
Landed on their stiff reality, and I on mine.