Regrets

Breath has retired

to an island remote

never again

shall he return

never more the hollow in your abode

his warmth shall fill

neither guilt nor remorse shall serve

to bring him back from repose

Down Below

Somewhere down below

oh the ivory snow

falling down like rain

and all I do is go

Where are the days

when the wind would take

the taunted evening crowd

down the hallowed hall

where everyone could see

the beauty of the night

and the rain would fall

among the crushing stars

to seek refuge

from the earth below

The Dying

An expected hour

now  only a second

arrives too soon

and with it

a passenger takes

Like others on that train

travelling

deserting desolate fields

of tainted green

drifting in a lonely wind

through tunnels

fading

resonate agonizing cries

of those left standing

Protection

A shell protects the tortoise

only so much

toppling over like a spindle

around and around he goes