Chasing the echoes of the past

I am tempted at times

To look back at the path I have walked

As distant echoes call out to me

I see ghosts whose footsteps haunt me

So many versions of me

Each discarded as I tried

So hard to move on

A clay mask on me now

Hardened by the fire I slept by

With cracks on it as it begins to crackle

Turning to dust in the blaze

I am tempted at times

To turn and reach out

To catch memories

To maybe call out to former companions

And remind them that I had for a little while watched them

But no, move on now,

For those companions are now royalty

And I am nothing more than a whisper of the wind

Trying to see if I can reach the hem of the prosperous robe they adorne

The past is leaking out

I wait for forgetfulness

And a deep slumber.



I burnt out, I panicked and I suffocated

I locked myself and threw the key out

For the world was a frightening place

But I frightened myself more

As I noticed myself waiting

For any hand to reach out

For a voice to instill calm

For an arm to hold my fall

I fell

I broke

I felt my world shatter as I looked up

And saw the depths to which I had fallen

And then started clawing my way back

There is no safety net


The Watchers

A rhythm that only I can hear

I dance now, flitting along the border of decorum

Always the eyes watching me;

A call that only I can hear

I jump and run barefoot

The feel of the dew refreshing to my tired heels

Always the eyes watching me;

A song that only I can hear

I laugh with joy and crinkle my eyes

Always the eyes watching me;

A cry that only I can hear

And so I gather them to me and hug and love them

Always the eyes watching me;

Cynosure that only I can hear

And so I let go of dancing, running, laughing and loving

Always the eyes watching me.


Her kohl rimmed eyes danced over her glass

An impish expression lit them

And she spun circles around the minds of men;

They were drawn in, all of them

By the cheeky grin and her insouciant, almost irreverent chatter;

Uncertain laughter on their lips as they discovered themselves wanting

Facile homilies being uttered and passed as quick wit then

To catch her nimble brain

They ran hard and gasped for breath and looked up

Why were her eyes still dancing?

And so it began, all over again

The hunt.