two poems

The Time of Dreams.

Harbour light a welcomed sight, weeks
of ennui, when days reluctantly drag
themselves from dawn to dusk; a day
in the middle of the Pacific is twice as
long as a day in Brussels, where bustle
makes the clock tick faster

Zombies on tank a rusty tanker’s deck
gripped by a melancholic loneliness
they cannot shake off even long after
leaving the sea. Lost souls doomed to
pace the long shores of life and dream
the impossible

.......The Precious


Diamonds on her manicured,
Elegant fingers have the look
Of petrified pain,

The price one has to pay
For a flawless beauty that last
long after agony is forgotten.

Gem stones on my mind are
Remembered, but their sheen
Have gone,

Frozen capsules of what
Was once a longing to love,
That now has lost its passion

Only a onyx of reflective
Melancholy glimmers in
Shadow land.