Under an undecided sky

 

I sit under a sky that can’t decide,

and I wonder aloud to the clouds

that are missing in the sunshine,

what are you scared of?

If you don’t share

what is in your heart

then what is it all for?

If you care,

then why is the air

not filled with your song?

 

I call to the thundercries

that are not echoing, the clapped

rhythm that doesn’t beat.

I ask why?

Where is your storm?

Where are the waves at my feet?

I sigh at rainbows not glistening.

Why are you hiding your colour?

When we could use your love

more than ever.

Why does the sky

not listen when I call?

 

And the undecided

sky drops a tear or two,

but she is unmoved,

unloved or confused,

and I whisper to her

that my love is true.

So just be you,

and however the wind blows through

I’ll always sit in awe of the view.

 

And the undecided sky sits motionless.

Except for brief hints at more,

a glimpse caught

in the corners of the eye,

but it stays still

as the grey crumbles around

like a wall falling down.

 

And I thank my feet for

dance, for as I sway

with the spin of the day,

and I let myself

flow on the

waves of destiny,

I call once more

for the sky to join me.

And she sets herself free

raining her love upon the sights I see,

making the world sparkle

with her magic and beauty.

A kiss in sunshine

 

Vacant faces

staring out at nothing.

Glancing at departure boards

then back

into the void beyond.

Pacing feet race

from ticket stall

to where their

trains await.

Pushing

to get a better seat

on their journey

into destiny.

 

I sit watching the man.

His face painted with misery.

It's a mystery I want to solve,

a conundrum. What makes

his heart grow so cold?

 

Did he just watch love

leave on a track

to someplace far away,

or did he forget his way

in life, and end up

at the wrong station,

on the wrong day?

 

As I'm pondering this,

a kiss in sunshine walks

along the platform

opposite mine,

and I wonder where

their life is traveling?

 

Are they off to start life

in the freshness of a new

sunrise

that is outshined

by their own inner glow?

Are they just taking a break

to a place of rest, a beach

with windswept waves,

or a place of rolling

green meadows?

The smiles on their faces

say that their days

are going to be great.

 

I sit and watch, and wait,

and as the light dims

on the day,

my train arrives

I embark on a journey

that falls onto my page,

as the countryside rolls on by.

Bags for life

 

Greying hair, he sighs,

another bag under the eyes.

That’s too many bags for life.

A straitjacket of fear holds

his thoughts firmly in place.

He can't even put his faith in fate,

since fate has dealt hands

that always seem to land too late.

 

Old man time etched into

the cliffsides of his face, another wrinkle,

dimple creased, where his frown has sat,

the upside-down smile

where life has intersected with

too many crossed pathways.

 

A voice. Underneath the chorus

of disapproval, a singsong croon,

from the halo crowned moon.

 

"Age, you say, ha, you are merely a baby.

Barely a speck of a cosmic day. Look to me,

I've been here since before humanity

climbed from the tides, but I’m beautiful,

and the light reflects from me"

 

The man,

through tear stream rivers,

whispers back

 

"But you are just rock, frozen and stark.

Yes, a light giver in the dark, but you can

never understand the human hear.

How it yearns for so much, yet earns so little,

How it burns so hot, yet its bones are brittle.

The scars I bear, maps to nowhere."

 

Sweetly the luna symphony sings,

as the stars swing, blinking in the background.

 

"Do you not see my craters,

the pain I've endure, the impact from afar,

from so many rocks cast at my heart?

The years that have worn slivers

where sandy dust streams in rivers.

But I still pull the tides, I still ride the skies,

I don't hide my scars; I wear them with pride.

For my song wouldn’t be reaching you now

If I'd bowed to every knock down"

 

The man blinks back the tears,

looks again, in the bluish glow,

at the face he once knew,

and sees that the smile

is still hidden somewhere below

the frown, and those bags

contain so many stories within.

And for the first time in so long

his smile flips the right way around

and his heart grows.