Elysium

The candle’s flame

reflects in a screen

of reproduction quartz;

a fair impression of clockwork

without the languid

reassurance.

She sleeps.

Unaware of my escapement years.

I slip between the gap

in the mosquito net

searching for a pen

and the solitude

of reminiscence.

Old friends revisit me

in Facebook vignettes

but do not wait

for the have-beens.

Rather nows, unpressured

here in slumber,

yet still I sweat

over words,

hoping she will not stir.

Simplicity diminishing me

with grace

and only the faintest

trace in that smile,

enticing me to share

and leading me on.

John H Davies

16^th IX 2013

Lunacy

I saw the moon;

an early crescent

squinting through the palm

last night

and was comforted,

because I always look

up

when things down here

don’t quite add up.

And tonight

it has processed

or regressed,

depending on your aspect.

Because although fuller

now

it is on a lower arc,

reminding me that

our potential is waiting for us.

For it will dip below the horizon

soon,

unobserved

until another night

like this,

when I will look up again

John H Davies

10^th IV 2013