For Hoy

If ever troubled in my mind,

In need of someone’s care;
Forever just a step behind
I’d turn to find you there.

Whenever things went wrong for me

I always turned to you’
Persistently I failed to see
The pain I put you through.

Beneath an ever jealous sun

We laughed each year away,
To finish off what had begun
Some long forgotten day.

It is as friends that we survived

Each day time makes us start;
As friends we kept ourselves alive –
It is as friends we’ll part.

No one else can ever know

The ups and downs we’ve had,
The tears that we will never show,
The times of feeling sad.

And it’s so hard to keep for long

The friendships that we make,
And promise to let the bond go on –
A promise that we’ll break.

I tried to make it on my own

But always needed you.
I doubt if we will sing alone
The songs that once we knew.

Candle of Love

As a candle newly lighted

Strange emotions grow inside,
Like a world that’ just been sighted
Surrounds itself with pride.

We cannot change the feeling

Mistaking it for love.
The eternity we’re stealing
Will not add up to much.

He stood like an angel at sunset,

He shone like a candle at night.
We reach out our arms for what we can’t get,
What cannot be, yet might.

With somebody’s arms around you

It’s impossible to surmise
That love has finally found you,
That the cynics told you lies.

But the flame will go on glowing

And laugh at fools like us,
All powerful, all knowing,
Re-phrasing love as lust.

Innate desires to connect

Makes partners of us all,
The joy within we can accept
As life before the fall.

As melted wax solidifies

In tear-like drops of pain,
We recognise our little lives
Cannot support the flame.

And life does little to redeem

The void in which love thrives
A vision, a wish, a childhood dream
That lasts us all our lives.

The candle finally melts away

Like love that falls apart,
And leaves us nothing to take away,
It was nothing at the start.

Pictures

‘A sunset’, said the artist

As he put his easel down;
Mixing paints before he started
To reproduce earth’s crown.
 

Blood red streaks of pain

Around a crimson sun,
A vision that won’t remain
While indigo clouds convene.

Existing in a fiery glory

Like joy before the fall,
An epilogue to the final story –
But life’s not like that at all.

The canvas burned with colours,

A life beyond our reach;
Skies blended with one another –
The unity we seek.

A stranger saw the picture

While passing on his way,
And said ‘a fine depiction
But the sky I see is grey’.