poetry

~ If Only For A Night ~

~ If Only For A Night ~

Grand ideas in a hotel room, drunk at 3 am,
Listening to Radiohead and plotting roadtrips
Dreams that can only be drunken dreams
Once the dawning daylight of reality
Comes to extinguish the hedonistic glory
With those old killjoys of practicality
And pragmatically.

Another lover lost to time and space
And one can be worn down by these transient meetings
But Jess, I still feel the energy of your presence
As you return to your normal life in the States
And I still linger here in Asia.

Some people shine so brightly in a brief encounter
And then they leave you with that golden glow
Leading you to search for it in the eyes of others
Only to realise it was only temporary
Fleeting and fragile like the flowers of spring
Reminding you once again
That the best things in life
And the most beautiful things
Never last, even if the memories do.

The rock of reality always waits to fall
And you separate like ripples on a blank shore
Leaving you astray and alone in that hotel room
Dreaming of that glorious road trip in the sun
To realise you had already had it
If only for a night.

poetry

~ End of the Empire ~

~ End of the Empire ~

Smoke finally clearing
As our love lies smashed to pieces
In ruin, I stand among the rubble
It’s over,” logic tells me. “There’s no repairing this…
Not this time…

Time to finally move on
And drift out of each other’s lives
To become memories and recounted stories
Perhaps even wonders of what might have been
On some quiet future nights
When the heart is feeling restless
But nothing more than that.

I start heading outward
But can’t help but find myself stopping
And picking up the pieces of our scattered castle
Holding them in my hands.

Memories of cooking together
Shared laughter by the fire
Dog walks in the woods
Soft kisses on the cheek

One by one, I pick them up
And thoughts of rebuilding
Soon enter my foolish mind
As I stand alone in this wasteland
Studying the fractured remains
Occupying this empty space
These fingers numb with the feeling
Of knowing some things can’t be fixed

But holding onto them, anyway.