Piano of time

 

Finger pushes the key,

a sound pulses free.

A crack in the universe,

then another is pressed.

A chime rings out,

higher pitched,

as another part

of the universe splits, falls,

landing with a splat

on the carpet at

the bottom of the universe.

Then the first finger

presses down one more time

to chime in aural ecstasy,

harmonising the symphony,

as the glass particles

of the universe resonate

and shatter.

The final press on

the grand piano

of our universe of time,

disturbs the very matter

of this galaxy.

Bringing the ceiling

crashing down.

Euphoric release

as the sound escapes

beyond the shattered

glass dome

and is greeted by an

orchestra halfway down

the road at the end of time,

where the song starts to chime,

as the poet sits and

slowly lets his rhymes connect

with the frequency flowing all around.

Stone

 

We survive,

but I still hear the cries

like feint echoes of bad dreams.

The grass wailing, the seas boiling,

the sand, glassy and dead.

The end came in a flash.

Then the aftermath

dropped like dust and ash.

We survived, but at what cost.

Sunlight lost, no crops,

and the heart now solid stone, 

from seeing so many walking

nowhere

as they have no home.

 

We survive,

but the shadows of the seasons

fade into one long winter night,

no day survived, no sun, no hope

just dust in the rain.

And we just look out

over a blistered landscape

that screams in pain,

Tears streaming from our eyes,

for there are no stars in the sky,

the moon, a faded sigh, 

the colour, grey

and stained in red

as the smoke still lingers,

still coats our fingers

in memory of the dead.

 

We survived the longest night,

but we have ticking clocks

counting down our hours,

and our smiles died when the sky

turned from night to day

then back in the blink of an eye.

Those shadow vapour ghosts

stand mid scream.

Those buildings no longer host humanity,

now only dusted in memory,

and my heart is stone,

for our earth is a ruined battle zone.

 

We survived. But only to see

the dwindling, passing of this reality,

the final seconds ticking

until the flatline beep

beckons in a new story.

We survived, and in those

last dying embers of our being

I want to hold on tightly to a dream.

We survived and as the light

fades into endless night,

I wish to hold you tight,

for love is the one thing

we can get right.

So, slip into my arms

and let us watch the fireworks from

behind love blanketed eyes.

Delay

 

Station announcement…

The train today has been delayed.

We understand that this is a pain,

and that now, your journey may

take longer to begin,

but time is a construct anyhow,

and time is always right now.

 

So, please remain upbeat,

take one of our metal seats,

put up your feet, and watch life

as it starts to sow seeds.

 

We advise all to sit tight

whilst a replacement life

is forged from the fires.

Now this may take some hours,

so please feel free to acquaint

yourself with the food establishments,

the metal seating,

the overcrowded feelings

that drip in from the ceiling,

pooling at your feet,

a mirror to see where you began

and where you will one day be.

 

Fear not that the journey

is not going to plan,

for the best laid plans

of mice and men, end in cheese,

and whilst you could build a roquefort

for yourself to hide away, there are Stiltons

of amazing experiences to explore

if you just brielieve.

If you seat yourself

in the cafe to the right

we have the best cheesy chips

on which to feast, so just let

yourself ease into place,

for it may be a long night,

and if your dreams are

stubbornly not coming true,

maybe the dreams are

dreaming a life of being you.

 

The train approaching platform four

is a metaphor, it is not going to stop

and it has no doors.

It is just a phantom in the breeze,

a reminder that life moves swiftly

even when sitting still.

 

So, smile and be free,

for the earth is still spinning

miles through space, and we

have moved so far since this delay.

Life never stays still

even if it sometimes feels that way.

The journey is always

taking you by the hand,

even when it feels like the universe

has forgotten the plan

and left you alone in a station

just staring blindly at your phone.