With skateboard tight in hand, his hair cut to the skull,
he takes long drags on cigarettes, flinging each butt
with an easy flick of fingers.
At five feet, slim, in sockless sneakers large for a boy
his size and age, lost in oversized cloths new to his
adolescence, his trousers barely hang on his half
exposed rear, (the latest fad), he moves impatiently
back and forth, spuming cigarette smoke like whale spews
mist from its blow hole, waiting for an older boy, his clone.
Darkness soon smoothers the park and the boy’s clone
appears and they vanish into the night puffing away on
a stronger sweet-scented smoke, laughing, leaving a trail
of quickly fading obscenities. About to leave, my nostrils
catch a whiff of a sweet but unknown drug mixed with
the scent of newly blossomed lilacs, and I quickly snort
and cough it out, recalling something from my boy days
not unlike an odor of premature fruit gone rotten.
Oh sweetest breeze carry me home
to fields of nectar-green
So I may rest my tired back
against the gentle old oak tree
I'll carve my name into its trunk
and seal it with my love
I blow a kiss with painted lips
that match the colour of my heart.
And when the moon deceives the dusk
with its persistent glowing light
Those unique limbs will reach for me
to keep me safe, they will protect me in the wild.
I'd nestle 'tween their tender strength
as spuming stars fill up the night.
And when at dawn the sun will rise
with molten gold warming my eyes
This skin will bathe in drops of dew
dripping from leaves of painters' sleeves
splashed with a glossy silver-hue.
The birds will fly out of their nests
cloaked in their fur red-breasted dress
They 'll sing to us,along we'll sway
like fresh-cut blossoms blooming in May.
Oh sweetest breeze carry me home
to fields of nectar-green
So I may rest my tired back
against the gentle old oak tree .
Oh sweetest breeze where is that place,
Where Is the place I call my own
Is there a voice , Is there a wind
Is there an oak tree calling me home?
Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
Breezes of unsceduled joy
He blew beneath her skin
Reaching deep witihin
breathing warmth, affectionately.
He poured honey from the moon
and filled her dusk with light
Oh how He made lost shadows shine
He made rays filter through
soft as a candle light.
Oh how it lit her vacant room
and kindled in her night.
Suddenly He returned...
A lone traveller on a jourmey
tripping with her memory
Like a young first love
they danced so fervently
Like a young lost love
they parted unexpectedly
Their paths were not to meet again
beyond borders in between.
They've let their spuming stars
fade deep into the sea.
It could never be,just never be
Forbidden wants were pushed away
and so each possibility.
Yet long lived thoughts, all wordlessly
as guarded dreams roamed silently.
Suddenlly He returned .,..
A lone traveller on a journey
tripping with her memory
keeps tripping with her memory
Always in her memory....