Beautiful Stranger

I once told a beautiful stranger,

Whose very glance put my heart in danger,

"All that you love will leave you...

Except He who was always with you.

All that you chase is dust.

Your eye for the world an unseemly lust."

And what was once a light so strong,

Has dimmed - where did it all go wrong?

You chased a light that was a reflection,

Of a reflection of a shadow - deception.

You chased the cloak of accolades empty.

And gave up what was Divine and saintly.

Yet I dreamt of you again last night.

In better times, better place, better light.

What once was will be again.

Beautiful stranger, be the Helper again.

The caravan is calling as it departs,

To a Garden of delights and purified hearts.

Where the Lover awaits; He was always there.

All you love has left you in His Care.

Harlequi

Song - The Moment Forever

If I had forever

Or just that moment with only you.

That was my forever.

I knew that moment when I saw you.

If promised tomorrow,

Or just a second for just one kiss.

Tomorrow, I would borrow.

Today, there's nothing more than this.

Don’t you know that love’s nourished by sorrows

Of bitter tomorrows of heaven that follows.

It’s a sweetness that you couldn’t enhance

A memory’s chance, of a heaven glanced.

In your eyes

I want my forever

I want my moment with only you

That was my forever.

That is the moment when I am you.

There’re no more tomorrow,

And we exist by just one breath.

No tomorrow to borrow.

There’s no existence; there’s nothing left.

Don’t you see my Love’s a Hidden Art

Built on shattered hearts from the very start.

You have always been my hope again,

My benevolent rain where my love began

In disguise

Harlequin

Song - No More Tomorrows

It was one of those nights, those God-forsaken nights

I was sitting down to pray, but nothing left to say

I was tearing up inside, but nothing felt so right,

Burning up inside, my anger burning white

I want to sit down, Do a Heath Ledger,

I want to break down, Can't take the pressure

I want to fall away, Drown in my sorrows,

There's nothing left to say, No more tomorrows

Let the skies weep,

Let the rains fall,

Let the winds blow,

Let it all go.

Let our hearts break,

Let our tears fall,

Let's call it a day.

Let the skies weep,

Let the rains fall,

Let the winds blow,

Let it all go.

Let our hearts break,

Let our tears fall,

I’ll walk away.

I want to turn to You, “Are you still there?”

I want to say to You, "Do you still care?"

I want an answer now: "Do you give a damn"

I bend my head and bow; “Is this all a scam!”

Is this all a scam

Let the skies weep,

Let the rains fall,

Let the winds blow,

Let it all go.

Let our hearts break,

Let our tears fall,

Let's call it a day.

Let the skies weep,

Let the rains fall,

Let the winds blow,

Let it all go.

Let our hearts break,

Let our tears fall,

I’ll walk away.

Let the skies weep,

Let the rains fall,

Let the winds blow,

Let it all go.

Let our hearts break,

Let our tears fall,

Let's call it a day.

Let the skies weep,

Let the rains fall,

Let the winds blow,

Let it all go.

Let our hearts break,

Let our tears fall,

I’ll walk away.

Would I walk away...?

Harlequin

My Light of Night

I walked a road to sunset far,

To gaze upon a distant star.

To remember once my Light of Night,

I have reached the last Twilight.

Remember me as you walk the Path,

From bitter wine to the last laugh.

Shadows sweep the Elysian Fields.,

Cuts so deep it never heals.

Farewell Traveller, the pleasure's mine.

We've almost reached the crossroad sign.

Meet at the Gardens where rivers flow.

When Chronos reborn, then I will go. 

Harlequin

Song - A Thousand Tears

I would pray a thousand times, a thousand days or more,

Let there be a thousand rain drops for every tear would flow.

And I would ask a thousand times please don’t close the door,

I would say a thousand prayers just to hold you close once more.

Because I would be waiting,

Yes, I would be waiting

Out in the rain

Out of my mind with pain

So is it over?

Don’t say it’s over.

Just think it over.

No, it’s not over.

I have cried a thousand tears a thousand days or more.

I have had a thousand deaths; I died last night once more.

I have asked a thousand times, a thousand more to go,

That I would give a thousand kisses, just to hear your voice once more.

So is it over?

Don’t say it’s over.

Just think it over.

No, it’s not over.

So is it over?

Don’t say it’s over.

Just think it over.

No, it’s not over.

‘Cos I’ll be waiting.

Yes, I’ll be waiting.

I’m still waiting.

Baby, I’m waiting

Harlequin

Prescient Warning

I do not need to know and yet I know.

I do not want to know and yet I know.

I have no need to see and yet I see.

In signs and dreams, plain as can be.

I walk those roads beyond reality.

And I know.  Yes, I know.  I do know.

And you should be ashamed of yourself.

What lies you tell that mar the light

That was once you and shined so bright.

What stories you tell and believe as well

Of times and places and names of what befell.

But in the end, it was made clear.

Not from my mouth but yours, my dear.

Harlequin

Fevered

I am fevered, I am burned.

It is to you my heart is turned.

Look beyond and you will see.

There is only me for you, only you for me.

I am hunger, I am thirst.

You are my last, you are my first.

You are the sweetness of my summer rain.

You are infinite yearning of hope over pain

For what is Love, the reason to be.

And what is us, but everything to me.

Who are you; the sun on my sky.

I am the earth; to you, I fly.

You are the celestial road of Eternity's Promise.

You are the nymph in the glade of Eternal Bliss.

You are the duality of self thus perceived.

You are the One I love indeed.

Harlequin

The Lover and the Romantic...

The Lover who is in Love is consumed by Love.

The Romantic who loves to be in Love, knows no Love.

Whilst the Romantic is enamoured with the Self,

The Lover sees the Beloved and never the Self

So be amongst the Lovers and be with the True.

Away with the Romantics who ever lie to you.

The romance of Love is naught but deception.

Love is the gift of Self beyond conception.

Harlequin

Of Nothingness

The Love I wrote of does not exist,

Save dreams and memories that persist.

Of a different time, a different place.

Of a different world, a different space.

An angel fallen, an image tarnished.

A heart broken, of despair burnished.

Of words spoken and locked away.

Of Promises made and thrown away.

Harlequin

Ossian

She lay on the bed in dreamless sleep.

Her mind beyond the oceans of our reality.

He knelt beside her with eyes that would not weep.

He beheld her with a different clarity.

As she breathed slowly, his pulse was in a race.

He spoke to her where it had all started.

He remembered her; a different time, a different place.

In a world that seems to belong now to the departed.

“I don’t know if you can hear me in your slumber.

I pray the fever run its course for you to awaken.

But I do know that five is indeed your number.

And for what is left, the heart has been taken.

I wish we could have met in some other time,

Some other world or some other place.

I wish I knew your heart; its reason and rhyme.

To see in your eyes what you see in mine, a trace.

How I desire to stay with you, to wait for you,

To be with you and discover us once again.

How I yearn to hold you close and say to you

That I would gladly bear your pain.

I would dearly have liked to believe we had that.

That I could cease this endless wandering.

I would dearly love to see we have that.

To bury myself in your embrace endearing.

I have lived a thousand nightmares.

Some of them actually happened.

I have seen loss in anger’s vacant stare.

I know no way to have appended.”

She lay there unmoved and unhearing,

Lost in sleep and recuperation prolonged.

That the time of paring was anearing.

Unknowing what he said or what was longed.

He stood up, turned and walked away.

Weaponed, armoured and encumbered.

He had no more words left to say.

When he should have said before unnumbered.

And when she woke just as he left,

She knew in her heart he had departed.

A rose lay on her pillow, a gift.

And parting sorrow of love martyred.

The wound in her body had healed.

The fever and poison since was past.

The cut in her heart was revealed.

To realize too late at last…

Harlequin

Funny Thing...

I looked at your photos. You don't look beautiful anymore.

I recalled the times we had. They aren't golden anymore.

I looked for you in my heart. There was nothing there.

Just vague feelings I knew you once and how I cared.

I don't mention you in my prayers or think your name.

As if I've forgotten what we shared; like you never came.

I don’t see forever in your eyes.  There’s no forever after.

Your voice doesn’t make me smile.  Or words elicit laughter.

There was a time I held you close and kissed your tears away.

There was a time I’d sell my soul just to make you stay.

And then I looked into your eyes.  I saw you and only you.

There was no ‘me’.  There was no ‘us’.  That’s when I knew.

Funny thing.  You don’t look so beautiful to me anymore.

Your voice, your eyes, your smile; don’t allure me anymore.

Maybe you’ll come back and be that Promise.  I won’t hold my breath.

Maybe you’ll see me the way I once saw you.  But I won’t hold my breath.

Harlequin

Is This Farewell?

All of us are here for just a time, a moment, or perhaps longer.

We walk with each other or perhaps not; friend and now stranger.

And there are those who come closer and those who start to drift.

And there are those who never realize goodbyes are like a thief.

It starts with all the little things that seem to fall away.

Words said and forgotten, and promises broken hold sway.

All the words of comfort seem so hollow in the light.

Where were those words when needed in the darkest of the night?

And all the things that were said and done and gifted thus sincerely,

Do not hold water when their value diminishes prematurely.

All the words and hopes and dreams are flowers without water.

Dead of neglect, bereft of care just like you just forgot to bother.

And here we are in the fork of the road walking a different way.

You hold new dreams within your grasp, your heart did start to stray.

I want to look back and get a last look to know that you are still there.

Perhaps I would see more than that, perhaps you do still care.

Perhaps not.

Harlequin

Flitting Butterflies

The poet looked beyond the edge of a cliff,
In the face of a wind, blowing strong and stiff.

He looked at the starts, myriad diamonds above.

He spoke from a heart, broken words of love.

“Were it so possible to proclaim that I have always loved you.

From the Day of Promises, my soul intimate, would forever ensue.

I’ve wondered have you ever loved me the way I loved you.

I’ve pondered if you’ve ever seen me the way I see you.

I know the tides of Reality will always move us back arace.

I await with arms open when you come reluctantly to my embrace.

And then torn from my grasp to whirl in eddies and currents of strife.

Dolphins dance and rainbow fishes perform their ballet of life.

All that I have for you are words, more mere words so cold.

But these words are all shards of my shattered soul.

And every shard is a cosmos larger than a universe of love.

Would they fly to you on the wings of a snow white dove?

Would they melt the ice of heedlessness on your heart?

Would they warm a heart that doesn’t know it’s fallen apart?

Would they touch a heart that flits like a butterfly searching,

From one flower to the next in its worldly yearning?

That you would see the myriad blooms and riots of colours?

That would settle awhile on one, yet always cover the others?

But ultimately, you have yet to taste the nectar fully.

And it isn’t the brightest blooms that taste the sweetest truly.

I am, for you nothing; I have nothing; I am from nothing.

Yet in that nothing, you have become my only everything.

You are the tantalizing taste of musk from the Garden.

It burns my mind, sears my soul and makes me ardent.

And yet it can’t touch my heart that lies broken, empty.

I possess no more heart but yours if only you can see.

I have no more Self but become a mere image in the mirror.

So look in the mirror and I am your reflection clear.”

“What manner of madness,” said the wind that hence blew,

“That you would serenade me and hoped she knew?

And who is this woman to inspire such pained burning,

And cause a Self to be annihilated in yearning?

You sit on the air with oblivion beneath.

On a Celestial Stair and yet you grieve.

Can Love make you float beyond the embrace?

Or is there more to Thirst of the Taste?”

Replied the lovelorn poet with tear-burned cheeks red,

“No mere daughter of Eve is left for me but instead,

I turn to the One who has never disappointed me;

Who has never broken my heart but has caused Love to be.

I turn my back to a world that has left me for dead.

That has shattered a heart that for love has bled.

She is a mere butterfly flitting for the world.

Can there be space for my love in such a girl?”

And the poet sat beyond the edge of a cliff.

Floating on air, on a silent wind blowing as if

He sat on a carpet in a Reality far beyond.

Contemplating the warmth of an Intimate Bond.

Harlequin

How I Yearn..

O how I yearn,

So do not spurn.

O how I miss,

If only this...

The scent of your hair,

It's beyond compare.

The smell of your skin,

My thoughts of sin.

The twinkle in your eyes,

The heaven that vies.

The touch of your hand,

I know you understand.

The lilt of your voice,

A faerie by choice.

The taste of your lips,

The thrust of your hips.

To know you wet and ready,

To feel your ecstasy so heady.

To hear you moan and scream.

To taste you as you cream.

To lay with you close,

Lightly kiss your nose.

Place small kisses on your back.

Mark your neck with a little peck.

In your face to know you're mine,

Lay close 'til end of our time.

To see a ring upon a finger.

And have a love to ever linger.

It is love unbidden,

It is hope unhidden.

It is Truth uncovered.

It is you discovered.

Harlequin