Paul Fearne

There are things which should not be said

          there are things which should not be said

     there are times which should only be put aside

and when we are through with them

we will come again

in a new form

and a new chance

at what the stars

have only ever felt

Never found again

a river that flows with the trappings of time

an eclipse of the sun that drips the dreams of tomorrow

in the middle of a lake of mist

the echoed silence of times forgotten

sing with the breath of what may have been

                      hold me close

                              for in the morning

             the vines that cover this antique cabinet

will forgive the dust that marks the passing of each day

what is here now

is a forgery of hoped for lullabies

that will guide these reckless autumn leaves

              to a place

                      that will never be found again

The ghosts of moonlight shadows

An ancient tomb

that cradles a home for butterflies

it breathes

as the light of centuries

washes over its dust

footprints lead from its entrance

they are left by the ghosts of moonlight shadows

as they dance through the porticoes

wheeling and diving

like the embers of a forgotten fire

that once lit the world

but now

only dream of silence

and the frayed tapestries of twilight