Going Home By Candle

            Autumn drizzle baits hypnotic melodies as

Trickling from the silent rooftops, it pools

In cavities of grief,

And reverie of forgotten memories places subliminally

In the mind, an afterglow of fires on horizons

Of the blind,

            And I’m searching through the streets

For answers to all discarded questions,

Whilst teasing insanity on the brain,

            And a kick from acrid tobacco makes my figure

Sway, and the coffee tastes of Yesterdays chocolate,

            My face wet - cold against the rain.

            Too far gone and the bells play an orchestra

Of death tones,

            While the Kursk lies sleeping under sea;

And ghosts of Martians who only wanted love –

Swim the rising tides and change,

Seems further still, away.

            Hatred scorns the Earth,

Hatred swarms all while the darkness

Sends its feeling tentacles of coldness,

Around each victims throat; and blessings

Far removed from the madness

That besieges; makes cowards of the populous,

            And the hurt is swallowed

As the last feathered lore abiding birds

Fly South for sanctuary,

And my solitary night claims its victory,

As I’m stood within the depths of weariness –

Smoking cigarettes, feeling blue; as the Biosphere

Plays a melancholy tune.

Michael J Waite 4^th November 2010.