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