"You Are"

You are the one purity
amongst things sullied
The sun that warms the blue sky
The beauty I didn't to see
The manna that I feed
on till the day I die

You are the cool breeze
that calmed a raging sea
You are the anchor I cling
to, when I take my ease
Yet are gone without me
Left me loose and drifting

You are the shadowy retreat
when light flares, searing
You are the thaw to winter
The patterns I repeat
The words that I sing
The things I most desire

You are the ghost unrested
you are what I am not
Against whom to be measured
My one Geordian knot

For this one left wanting
Fluttering, adrift and uncaring
You are the gravity that lures
All that I am, is yours

Of New Year musings

New Year, 1 Jan 2010; KL, 1:01am

The haze of the sulphur clouds lie around me. It is thick and chokingly so. Like a bizarre, ghostly hand it groped itself around the streets. Around the people on the streets viewing the fireworks.

I smell the sulphur and it was like both Vesuvius and Etna erupting in their collective conflagrations. Was this how it was for the people of Pompeii? What crossed their minds as the hot ash went through their systems, immolating them from the insides?

I could smell the sulphur from the fireworks’ aftermath. A haze of vog-like clouds wafted past my face and I wonder, as I batted them aside, if those parading themselves around me know how they look to an onlooker?

There are dancing boys, like the village fair I once attended. Some of them aping their primate counterparts, and some were content to be admired.