NOTHINGNESSThe soundless cry of an empty heartAn endless race that has no startForgotten yet it can be foundLoud but never makes a soundSmiling, how can it be sadCan goodness really trump the badYouthful yet it feels so oldBeing warm and really coldClaims victory without a raceAppears intact, but out of placeSmells so bitter, tastes so sweetHearts that really never beatIn search of truth to find the liesLacking wings but tries to flyBreaths in air, but has no lifeGranting pity but causing strifeBorn to live, but all must dieWhile nothingness waits by the bye…David Rogers
QUIET IS THE NIGHTQuiet is the night, the night brings but despairThe moon waxes a glossy glow, the stars they dance on airMother sets the table for the coming evening mealAnd Father may just lend a hand, depending how he feelsCity lights will catch your eye in the last gasps of the dayChildren laughing happily have goodnight prayers to sayFather watches the evening news, while mother reads her bookThe clock gives a final tick as midnight baits the hookThen all is quiet, not a sound, the creatures singing blendsQuiet is the night, the night brings us the end…David Rogers
A VISION OF YOUBe still the waters that flow this nightand bring a calm to Zephyr’s breath.Silence songs that Sirens singand let not Hades seek for death.I have drank the wine of Dionysusand braved Poseidon’s sea;in seeking out my one true lovethat better part of me.I have reached the steps of Venus’s throneresplendent in auras of blueshe pointed up into the night skywhere I saw such a vision of you.There within the moon’s glossy lightremains there a vision of you…David Rogers
THE FOURTH SONNETMy dreams are now filled with indecision,as I know not which direction to turn;trapped in my world of luminous visions,of lustful desire and passions that burn.This lesson is one filled with twists and turns;convincing myself of things not to be,please make no mistake, I can’t help but yearn;lost in predicaments, useless to see.I wonder if she thinks the same of me;would she join me in this happenstance lust?Pure as a river that flows to the sea,and I but a chain that’s gathering rust.It is but a dream; at least I think so,where all my desires are allowed to grow…David Rogers
JE T' AIMEJe t’ aime mon amour, delicate flowerThe sinews of time have not stolen thy graceImmortality strengthens the hourThat leaves not a single scar on thy face…Obsidian beauty, dressed in red laceWoe to those in your vehement powerTrapped in your emerald eyes I embraceJe t’ aime mon amour, delicate flower…Your luscious lips dare the centuries sour'Twas ever a man who’s heart would not raceMaking love in a rose petaled bowerThe sinews of time have not stolen thy grace…For some you seem like a time out of placeSome will love you and others will cowerGuilty men vanish, not leaving a traceImmortality strengthens the hour…Luminous beauty you lovely dowerThinking of you, my heart quickens its paceThe sands of time make most of us glowerYet leaves not a single flaw on thy face…Taking the memories that you encaseIn your heart that’s become like a towerProtected now so none can abaseTruly you are like a delicate flower
I SHOULDN'T HAVE STOPPEDDark and dreary the night has comeand I no place to restmy vision could no longer holdthe roads that I knew best.I dared not walk another stepbut what a fool am Ito think I nary, but a chanceI trod on bye the bye.Pray for me on a bended kneefor I will not come homeand here upon this lonesome roadis where my ghost shall roam.The sweetest song had caught my earit had me in a trancewithout my sight I traveled onI could not help but dance.The fog began to dissipateI saw that it was daya woman brighter than the sunher eyes they bade me stay.Pray for me on a bended kneefor I will not come homeand here upon this lonesome roadis where my ghost shall roam.This woman sang with sweet reposeand stole away my breathforever in eternal sleepwith melody of death.Be this the road you travel byand you hear some odd tuneno hesitation, turn awayor die by light of moon.Pray for me on a bended kneefor I will not come homeand here upon this lonesome roadis where my ghost sh
WINTER'S BREATHThe dark surrounding winter’s breathit cradles like a newborn babefor protecting or to hide itit has not been for man to say!So many come to seek it outthe dark surrounding winter’s breathit’s hidden well from prying eyesI assure you there’s a reason.What would you do to catch a glimpse?Could satisfaction meet the price?The dark surrounding winter’s breathto see it, you must close your mind.Should you do this, it will find youfor the world will have gone silentand you will finally see it liftthe dark surrounding winter’s breath...DAVID ROGERS
SHE COMES TO GRIEVEShe comes to grieve, this heart that achesin amber light as daylight breakswith water calm, and wind so stillher skin reflecting morning’s chill…Her lover lost, claimed by the seawarm tears wash her infirmitiesshe prays that fortune bend its willher skin reflecting mornings chill…He promised her he would returnby all the fires that passion burnsbut passing time brings omens illher skin reflecting morning’s chill…And so she comes here every dayher hopes, each time, they pass awayof pain and loss she’s had her fillher skin reflecting morning’s chill…She comes to grieve, this heart that achesin amber light as daylight breakswith waters calm and wind so stillher skin reflecting morning’s chill…David Rogers
MI MARIPOSAMi Mariposa, speak thy will,and gaze upon the waters still;pray silence for the winds sweet song,while letting daydreams dance along.Your wishes may the God’s fulfill…Your kiss could melt the coldest chill,thy touch it takes away my ills;in your embrace I feel no wrong.Mi Mariposa…The teardrops down your cheeks will spill,in pools of joy they now distill;I’ll be your shelter from the throng,may you find peace your whole life long.Your beauty time could never kill,Mi Mariposa…David Rogers
WITHOUT YOU I AM NOTHINGWithout you I am nothing, for what am I without you?Given the choice of your love and the light of the sun,I would risk eternal darkness and let your love light my way.No purpose is greater under heaven than love from the soul,To receive this love is priceless; to give it humbles me so.Love is the answer, love is the key, it is in the ocean and the air we breathe.Love is timeless, ageless, and blind, for you need not see to love.Sweet Becky, how precious you are, I am on top of the world now!Devoted to giving you a better life, remember this one thing,Without you I am nothing…David Rogers
REFLECTINGReflections are but what we see,or is it we presume too much?Is it possible reflections lie?The paradox, it vexes me;perhaps I should not dare to try,reflections are but what we see.Each of us can adapt and change,for some, they know not what they touch;what’s staring back now looks so strange,or is it we presume too much?David Rogers
ELEMENTSDestiny may be but fateEternity that some may waitOthers may just choose to hateTheir destiny’s untimely fate.Faith is but a looking glassTouching every social classOne day it may come to passFaith won’t need a looking glass.Hope is common to mankindOften robbing searchers blindWhen false hopes cloud the mindHope will deter all mankind.Trust is hard to place beliefWhen failure comes we sit in griefWithout we wither like a leafTrust is hard, yet place belief.Giving is a rare deviceWe worry so about the priceIt doesn’t cost us to be niceGiving is a good device.Humility is hard indeedYet is something that we needIt is the stuff which conscience feedsHumility is hard indeed.Love is what but binds these allA doorway through a lengthy hallWithin do all the others fallLove yes truly binds them all...David Rogers
CASCADEMy how your colors they sparkle and fadeyour tinkling vista like spread marmaladeStrings of color that weep from the pagemelting together in torrents of rageColorful beauty you never shall agedreamlike pigments that touch to engageIs this woman, or man, or a sageits corner is spilled with dusk like beigeCozy pastels you flame in your cagein a turbulent flood that none can gaugeVibrant kaleidoscopic rampagepast the point to ever encageIn my heart you sparkle and fadeforever flows your brilliant cascade…David Rogers
THE WOMAN IN THE WINDOWMy god let me not think on her now!Not after these past twenty years.Torment and torture from so long ago,my mind could not bear it again...I was just eleven then, just a young boy,and every morning at 4 amI walked the sidewalks throwing newspapers;in the dark of early morning...One house had a beautiful bay window,decorated with lace curtains;at its center I saw a rocking chair,sitting it it was a woman...I could see she was old by her grey hair.She waved at me, and I would wave back,smiling I would continue on my way;and so this went on for many weeks...There was one morning when she did not wave,but motioned for me to come closer.Hesitant I drew nearer to the window,I was frozen by what I saw...Her skin was the color of ashen grey,with eyes devoid of any life.I could see her struggling to move her lips,she pressed her hand against the window...Her mouth opened to reveal rotted teeth;my eyes firmly fixed upon hers.Slowly my arm raised up and our hands met,a
THE UNHEARD PRAYERDark, quiet, you’re all alone; the moon shines full and brightYou’re unaware that someone’s there, but someone’s here tonight. You lock your doors, you brush your teeth, and you get into your bedYet you’re unaware that someone’s there; it was blanked out in your head. You yawn and stretch, you close your eyes; you’re falling fast asleepBut you’re unaware that someone’s there; still the mystery will keep.Suddenly you’re wide awake, your bible’s by your bedNow you’re aware that someone’s there; so let your prayers be said.Never let a day go by that God’s not in your lifeBeing unaware is quite a scare; when Satan shuts the light…David Rogers
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes alivea sweet song surround my heartand beyond the sadness and insecurity,I start to fly on the wings of gracecalling the name of Joy.Hoping that generosity of the Universewill caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,I let my emotions to spread in a special danceand like a beautiful dream of the beginning,the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.I'm still flying and without fear,I feel my wings translucent like a dragonflyand in my ears, a pale voice whisper:"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,as long as you are able to fly over your painand find the miracle of Spring."
Bird Talking It started with just two birds longing for something yet intangible… dreamed leaving little footsteps as if they were words on the sands of paradise lost, enamelled as paper footprints weightless, ageless beyond their winged abilities becoming language... poetry*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Loom of WindWere...hands of gods,previous,to the statuesof ourselvesthat built this temple,this loom of windUnder its shadowthe daughters of menweave tapestries,fine garments,precious tissuesmade with the silkof their lonely tearsNo one sees,not menand certainly notthe new godsthe old onesare long gonetheir ways forgottenAll throughthe cold Invernessweightless on pale skinfingers bleed and even disappearon these improbable hairwith tired… almost blind eyesthe salt claims its costsThey murmurin unisonwhat seems a lullabyyet it is notthe rhyme keeps the balanceso they do not fall asleepso they will not dreamBeyond the templeand prayersbeyond timealways lostbeyond the loom of the windbeyond themselvesand their sorrowsBetter it will beif they only seem to carewith the rows beneath their eyesthat never stop entwining linesweaving tapestries,fine garmentsprecious tissuesThey have mouths to feed at homeand time here passes so slowlythe wind stays
It is not love, certainlythe veilsof the universewere forgottenlong agoand so toothe haunted sailsthat used to rulemy heartand nowwe are both lostin the unnamed sea...*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Last Night's SongI have listened the murmur of the Nightquiet,almost silentmore lucid than myselfI have tried to crawl into its unattainable armspretending to be a meteoric stormyet... my disguise was deniedI was recognizedI am back... I am back on my own... I am back on my own true skin...I have tinted my skin into the moonlight's seasinging with a nightingale's maskyet... my disguise was deniedonce more I was recognizedI am back...I am back on my own...I am back on my own true skin...I have looked for you in the mirror of the Nightflying through the rain within meyet... my image was thrown back... back at meI am back... I am back on my own... I am back on my own true skin... all because (to be singed with a 3 time tuned echo)I have listened the murmur of the Nightquiet,al
... Of WatersThe wind opens and closes the wavesas if the sea were an endless wingfrom a broken white larkthat looks just like my paper heartdestined never to know the diamond dawnthat rises besides the golden foamcaptive of a permanent twilight skythat don't asks me questions such as when, where or whypainting the last breath of lightgently as the crow feathers tint the nightHere comes another winged water-twin, salty, liquid and warmdescending the clouds of my eyes sliding through my scribal armall seems crystalline, lazuli and turquoise ink flowingfrom my fingers as if they were by themselves sculptors of jewels, floatingon ethereal air without any pain, suddenlychiselling mirror universes, repeatedly, incessantlyrevealing too much of my secrets, strangers to my willan autumn's feeling with a touch of a winter's chillwhat to do… what to do, except writing out my tearsand be one with the waters, once again... with no more fears?!*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH
Lay DownLay down,your sweet head on my holland pillowclose your eyes almost brownleave all your tears beneath the weeping willowlet yourself asleepwith the dreams you knowyou can never have inside your silky sleeveweightless as snowThe air is old, prayingfor tomorrowholdingthe black hole in my heart that wants to swallowevery landscape on my handswhere the nightstands,still waiting for the lightOf souls, to followthe windnearly a breath holy as a crowdistant as a left wingnow the prolongment of my hair, kissingthe dark side of the moonwatchingyour dreams grow and the stars bloom...*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
To the Heart...My heart is pale and fraileven hidden in its aquarelle shella poor... wounded, torn sailrestrained by life, already a ghostly vesseldying slowly on the sand-banks of dreamlandnothing but a castawayfar away from homelandforever lostnever to return, not without a costViolet thunder storms wreck the rest of himsoaked in agate tears... now it's just my unscaled hymnbarely floating in the mourning twilightI wait for a trace of moonlightto feel the mirrored sea-sky again, without anymore painyet, I cannot leave in such heavy rainwith this black hole tearing me apartI guess... I'll wait a bit longer for more starsI guess... I'll wait a bit longer for my heart*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Her Perfect DayHer Perfect Day Today was a momentous occasion, one filled with promise, with love and a day to be celebrated always. Elizabeth was to be married today. A wonderful man, her fiancé is. Tall, dark and handsome, he met all the requirements of true romance novel hero. He was honest and kind, funny and witty, immensely intelligent and full of noble intentions. David was honorable and possessed an uncanny pure heart, very rare these days. He had the ability to see inside herself, to see her at her darkest hour, to feel her pain, and share her triumphs. He loved her, and that beautiful gift will be celebrated today, and every year on this day for the rest of their lives. As she finally got her bridal party out of the tiny room in the back of the church, Elizabeth was alone. For the first time today she had no one bustling around her, prepping her, dressing her, fawning over her