Still the desire

Lock yourself in towers of possessions

still the want to be free will arise.

Stand in vari-coloured lights

still the longing to sit in the dark will beckon

Stuff yourself with delicacies

still the desire to be empty will come.

Drown yourself in untold glasses

still the need to thirst will summon.

Cover yourself in limitless riches

still the longing to be naked will call.

Loose yourself in a cacophony of sound

still the yearning for silence will entice.

Drench yourself in a plethora of scents

still a breeze from the mountains will invite

and when it does,

answer,

answer true.

Sh

A Murder of crows on the Horizon

Tears at another lover’s demise

Tears at another dancer’s fall,

I’ve seen

a murder of crows on the horizon.

Rejoicing when his palette sang of

Sun, sky, fields and flowers

Saddened when his palette told of

Darkness, shadows, loneliness and despair

I’ve seen

a murder of crows on the horizon.

Vibrancy to celebrate the ecstasy,

Lassitude to mourn the agony,

I’ve seen

a murder of crows on the horizon

Tears to celebrate life

Smiles to honour death,

I’ve seen

a murder of crows on the horizon.