So

So permanence takes its horrid form,
So realisation makes an inevitable appearance,
So jealousy rears its ugly head,
So feelings begin their reluctant clearance,
So timing wreaks of poverty,
So hearts show their frailty,
So eyes attempt to defy emotion,
So everything ends in destiny,
So this way or that makes no difference,
So here or there make no time,
So now and never are no longer options,
So time proves it's simply divine,
So a screeching halt is called to proceedings,
So a sudden stop is forced on life’s path,
So a sad surrender is made to will,
So an attempt to retrieve is made in the aftermath,
So salvaging produces red shards,
So pieces are put back together again,
So falling apart is the sign of a new beginning,
So questions are asked, like ‘where and when’?

(written in Milan)

I Hope This Never Ends

Walking on clouds,
Home of the rising sun,
Moments past and present flicker in memory,
What’s to come hovers alongside;
A blanket laid out beneath us,
Glowing orange and red
(Matching the beating inside)
As I imagine yells that never existed,
‘Please come back home’;
Swirling turrets of my new found peace
Wisp and break at the slightest of touches,
The creaking of the past trying to invade
Disturbs thoughts and dreams otherwise futile;
And I close my eyes in false pretence,
Wishing for a sleep that will never come,
And I see my desires carved inside my eyelids,
The reality so harsh, yet so far away;
Underneath the layers of snow white mass
Rests the surface tension of the sea,
Where the truth lurks, waiting to strike;
And the clouds begin to part,
Revealing my destiny to all witnesses,
So I keep my eyes closed,
Reliving again and again a fantasy which defies reality,
And even as I fall to fate,
I hope this never ends…

And even as I crash into the sea…
I hope this never ends…


(written in Milan)

Heart of the Sun

We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing returning is as futile as continuing,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing the snow below will be our home,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing the intensity will split us forever,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing the tears in our eyes will disappear,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing it’s our last chance at making something…

We arrived at the heart of the sun…
And we said our goodbyes…

(written in Milan)

Believe/The Light

Melting snow beneath my feet,
Italian night sky overhead,
I stand alone, centre of a square,
A church stands ominously on my right,
Trees lean toward me, surrounding the square,
Four lights occupy each of the sides;
Of the four, three shine unwaveringly,
Breaking the darkness of the truth
Yet not removing its hurt,
But one burned out bulb fights to light,
Flickering from off to on and back again…

Believe in the unbelievable,
Light the burned out bulbs,
Remember those no longer here,
Watch for their signs and signals…

I am drawn towards the battling bulb,
The unnatural fighting characteristics it exhibits
Are closer in resemblance to supernatural behaviour,
The further away I stand,
The weaker the flickering becomes,
I stand in front of the bulb for minutes
That seem futile and wasted,
Yet the light gains strength all the time,
Getting stronger as my belief increases
That it is him who is fighting to tell me something,
That it is him telling me he is still here…

Believe in the unbelievable,
Light the burned out bulbs,
Remember those no longer here,
Watch for their signs and signals…


(written in Milan)