The Echo

It resonates in my ear

Foraying deep unto me

At the ridge whence I’m stood

An echo that bounces off

Into London’s singing summer skies

A whisper of my name from somewhere below

Ricocheting against the balmy breeze

Lapping up against my tresses

A call that transports me back

To the vestiges of innocence

I revisit my abandoned childhood

As I peer down to see you

Gazing skyward from a dune below

With an outstretched arm

A smile of anticipated excitement

Lights up your visage

Not unlike the golden sunshine

Fanning beyond my shoulders

Yet, a sliver of faint trepidation

Clouds over your eyes

Not unlike the grey sea-horse

From the murky waters beyond

Your countenance haunts me

Froths over the core of my being

Embracing me in a magical cadence

I know then what I must do

Stretching myself to the Lees,

I lean forward to seek your hand

To pull you up to the ridge whence I’m stood

Lo and behold, you join me then

To gaze at the breathtaking view

That unfolds before our vision

Huddled together in an indefinable space

That belongs to you and me

Nought else but you and me

Holding On

The Vivid dawn-tinted smear

Of a lone rose in an Orchard

Vitally caresses my fingertips

In all its unsullied splendor

‘Midst Frost, Sleet and Hail

As I enwrap its gossamer petals

In streams of sheer satin sheathing

My Pulse racing in a Bid

To hold on to a piece of pureness

A sliver of Moist innocence

That wilts in the Strident nocturnal glare

Of the raging Storm overhead

T’is a Microcosm of Life; a Life

Abounding with Cathartic Bids

To hold on to a piece of unstained Innocence

‘Else corroded by Skewed realities

Driver of Destiny

The Black Bonnet shimmers wickedly,

The new Wheels barely skim the Ground

As the Porsche floats proudly

On Bro’s Gravelly driveway

The plush Vinyl seating beckons to me,

The forbidden Steering Wheel glistens invitingly

Abandoning my Voices,

I race over and slide in stealthily

The Engine purrs Seductively,

As I head out to embrace the world

“I’m the Driver of My Destiny!” I holler

As I speed madly down a highway,

While Blasting Metal music springs

From the Dolby stereo within

The flashing Headlights of an oncoming truck

Assault me in the dead stillness of Night

I slam my foot on the brakes but to no avail!

Alas, the breaks, I learn, are dysfunctional!

I swerve the Porsche toward a curb

Yet, I am engulfed in a deadly collision,

In an avalanche of blood, smoke and metal

‘Midst the throes of a shuddering Heart

An inner Voice screeches from below

The blackness of an ebbing life

‘You were the Driver of your Destiny’1

Fallen Angels

Caked in Mystic Hues

Of Pink and Purple

In a world of Reds and Blues,

We Flout the Hallowed Melodies

Of our Pinks and Purples

To Sashay to the Garrulous Tunes

Of the Reds and the Blues,

Fallen Angels, Are We?

Meandering Far and Wide

Through a life world of Mortal Transience

In a discernment of What was, What is,

What ought to be, What will be;

Yet, Unraveling the essence of it all

Not in the Space between Sky and Earth

But in the Paradise of the Stars overhead

Fallen Angels, Were We?