The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
Which the meteor beam of a starless night
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and wan
That flits round our steps till their strength is gone.
O man! hold thee on in courage of soul
Through the stormy shades of thy wordly way,
And the billows of clouds that around thee roll
I've got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death
in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe
O stony grey soil of Monaghan
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived.
You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my stumble
Had the poise and stride of Apollo
And his voice my thick tongued mumble.
A pen--to register; a key--
That winds through secret wards
Are well assigned to Memory
By allegoric Bards.
As aptly, also, might be given
A Pencil to her hand;
That, softening objects, sometimes even
Outstrips the heart's demand;
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
The enigma walks on lonely roads.
Redemption of love from loss.
Strangers in the woods meet once,
never to meet again.
I watch you
And I listen to you talk
Of all the things
You are going to do
Of all the inspiration
You are getting
Of all the ways
You are moving on
On from us
“I know I am supposed to be moving on..”
Walk into the room
hear the drop fall
you look so nice; I look so dull
but people use you as people use me
when I’m stuck with you, I cannot breathe
please go away
you haunt me at night and mock me at day
I can’t get rid of you
Am I hallucinating?
No matter how hard I turn off the tap,
When I close my eyes I finally have everything
beauty to comfort me
hugs to warm me
love to convince me
but only as long as my eyes are closed
so I stay with my eyes closed, pretending to be warm
with my eyes closed, I miss everything, life as it happens
but I don't want to open them
to awake back to my cold lonely bed
so I stay in my cold lonely head
Thoughts as sweet as candy,
Bitter now, from all I missed,
Like little rocks, soft and sandy,
Grinding into all my shit.
I miss the salty breeze, and rolling waves,