Gone East

Four in the morning

a distant prayer

from the mosques

covers sleepless beds

Condolences have left

closing their eyes

on another day

An empty bed

in this shelter of the living

A distant prayer from the mosque

it's four in the morning

Streets

Shanks unfolded

divulge symptoms

tribulations

too vast

for one so bantam

dirty and forsaken

essentials left cold

an empty soul

and runny nose

hankering for concern

a cup of hot chocolate

to warm the heart

The Funeral

It was an icy day

we buried the cat

then took her box

and set match to it

in the backyard

those fleas that escaped

earth and fire

died by the cold

Tranquility

Greet the moon

and let it warm the night

whisper through the trees

and soften the dark

draw in the waves

and ease them to sleep

restrain the clouds

and tempt the sun

unfold your wings

and bring forth the day

Echoes of Silence - 1979

The empty halls fill with loneliness

that creeps through at night

The kids are gone, the silence spreads

and every crack is shut tight

Gentle footsteps coming down the hall

announce the end of the day

bouncing off every wall

no one's here to stay

The slamming of a door left ajar

the turning of a key

All of these can be heard from afar

The echo is plenty

The voice of a man echoes through the hall

and meets with the voice of another

One is short and one is tall

They leave the building together

Not a single sound is heard

as the lights go off

Nothing ever occurred

Just the routine stuff

Of my Room

I let you take my hand

I opened up the doors

I cleared away the past

And my heart was yours

You hung your memories

On every beating wall

You caressed my heart

And then stole my soul

Tonight there is a moon

And the wind moves

Through the empty corners

Of my broken rooms