By the cliff

The hands holding on the cusps
The edge of a steep rock face
I looked down nervously
Saw my body fall
Fifty feet below into the foaming falls
Crushed by sharp rocks
Drowned by rushing waters
The other I held on
Lighter, devoid of ramblings,
Railings of human existence,
I felt it, something told me
I could fly, be one
With the clouds
The elements of my new existence
But I held on.

Twilight

The cold June rain is falling

Dreamily over my roof

And out on a lonely tree

A bird is calling, calling

Slowly as the night grows deep

And the wings of sleep are falling

My heart like the bird on the tree

Is calling, calling, calling for you.

Hornets

I will leave this sordid house

Dark stolid ambience

Torrid depressing thoughts; Lonely

Step outside to the patch of greens

Now black this February night

The stars are few; apart

The moon blocked by clouds

I’ll tune my ears to the sweet

Whispers of the night

Instead I hear mosquitoes sing

These night hornets bite

They bite hard

I will blow the pain away

And brush my now bumpy skin!