"I can write of sadness..."

I can write of sadness though I never knew you

write of the happy lines that crossed your face

or of the breath upon my neck as behind me

     you lay asleep

I can write of all these things and more

of how I miss you though we were never apart

I can tell stories of your forehead

of how hair curls upon it

     touching and kissing your skin

of how I long to do so upon you

But my stories would be unended

as the story of us has never even begun

I can write of all these and my memories

would serve to remind me of times that never was

and my pen, on my table, left silent

     unable to tell stories of our never winter nights

Lover By My Side

You are nearby; behind me, beside me

as ghost who walks, immersed in my uncertainties

you chose to be by my side, to walk as an equal

and perhaps... as my friend

So here I am... I'll close my eyes and I'll wonder

pretend it's your hand in my hand

and that you'd still be there... even as I fall asleep

An Accounting Student's Prayer

Balance me Lord

let not my sins exceed my graces

lest I fall in Your eyes

a net loss of great margins

Steady my hands Lord

with accuracy on my calculator keys

and with confidence in my balances

for my accounting statements to be

as clean as Mama Mary's heart

Teach me to be honest Lord

let not my eyes copy the wrong answers

with sincerity in my heart

I shall be proud that I did it all myself

(even if I did fail the subject!)

In my doings with others Lord

my liabilities I repay

Patience I pray for my debtors

even as my bad debts expenses multiply

Through it all, doing it all

(as I go through the motions)

I pray to be solvent when you liquidate my soul's capital

that I pass Heaven's Board Exams with flying colors

when you deem my Accounting period's end.  Amen.

The Battle of Storms

Hark, the rain clouds grimace

Can you hear the semblance of pouring rain?

Can you see through all the December mists?

And face the lightning through searing pain?

Dare you face the maelstrom with impunity?

Strike fear in the hearts of men?

Stoke the embers towards full calamity?

And roar defiance again and again

I am not invincible but I am strong

I am not afraid to raise the battle of the stormhead break

I shall see through the day and be the last man standing

I shall face the eye and I shall not quake

You cannot beat me, I am defiant

I am the rock, the mountain of strength

I am the tower, with all bells clanging

I have faced you before and I shall triumph again

Come test my resolve, almighty stormcloud

Come see who shall be the first to give

When day is through, you shall see me standing

Battered, weary, sighing

...bruised, damaged, triumphant, ALIVE!!!

I Count the Days when Sleepwalker Comes

Why do I count the days

through slitted windows

awaiting your grand hero's welcome?

ah, I count the minutes

the motes of air

brought forth by sails unfurled

releasing the wind which brought you to me

so when do you arrive?

at which day, which time, which hour

will you choose to grace my life again?

The ravens watch with curiosity

and laugh at my controlled alacrity

they remark with cynic interest

that even vigilant sentinels all need eventual rest

Coward

‘Twasn’t what I said, more like what I could not say

For fear of later on a regret, a dread of what you may --

shower on to me… a rain of wrath; an empire of distaste

A whole rainstorm of rage… my ego, laid to waste

I fear what you don’t know; what you might do upon knowing

I cannot face this fear, nay I could not look you in the eye

What secrets could I reveal, upon what salt these tears I might cry

Forgive me then this silence, forgive this cowardly grin

I dare not face you with this confession

Dare not trust that you’re strong enough to hear my sin

No I could not bear to tell you.  Nay, I could not even lie

So now forgive this cowardly grin;

Forgive these weak words goodbye