Monday, 29 October 2012

Never Alone

-Never Alone-

The steady downbeat on the footfall of my heart,
washing away the pain, clearing the path,
steadying my soul again to start...
No chains, nor ties deceiving,
no anchor upon this fallow roads conceiving.
A measured walk among the calm trees,
leaves, purple and gold, swimming in the breeze.

I stopped to scoop you up once,
these vain hands, cumbersome and slow,
caught only dashing air in the gentle fallen snow.
Summer past, and Autumn too,
drifting amongst the ashes, the forgotten embers,
a timely remembrance of you.

And so, we pass this way again,
forsaken in the reaping, steady in a heartfelt beat,
one love, the one worth keeping.
How dull the mind, caught in the fractured glare,
blinded by desire, all distractions stripped and bare.
How dull the edge, without the whetted stone,
the grinding, smelted fire, of each heart that's left alone.

'Never alone, never alone'...
The scales fell from my eyes, and caught your smile.
'Never alone'...  

© Richard Michael Parker 2012


Sunday, 28 October 2012



Looking back over all who have gone,
I realize they are never lost,
neither in the way our souls embraced,
nor as the world evolved because of them.
For whether they be dark or bright,
they are woven into the tapestry of eternity,
they are never lost in that night.

These dark hues set behind the fulgid,
a backdrop upon which all those colours sparkle,
shining in the mottled truth,
that nothing shimmers save by contrast,
the glimmering dance of the dark and light.

A thousand solemn walks of loss and regret,
threaded between the forlorn and dead.
the endless tears,
washed into countless muddy holes,
shed from out the years,
the ruddy eyes of graven bloody souls.

We are woven into a tapestry of life,
dark threads weave between the light,
ripples in a weft, shot through a loom,
shuttling between the bright and the gloom.

Cry not for those that lay within their graves,
they speak to us in silent words always... always!
say what must be said, do what must be done,
for there is no answer from the dead,
nor shining light from setting sun.

Woven in the stars a comets tail embraces all,
its trail between the warp and the weft,
the shining glory of all that is left.
Hallowed in the light, a myriad different stories,
gleam, and sparkle with delight...
shining their effervescent glory upon the dream
the spinning wheel dances for all who see. 

Speak the truth in your heart to those that matter!
For the dead are silent enough, for us all.

© Richard Michael Parker 2012