ah yes...my poetry

The brighter the sun, the deeper the shadows
And under the moon the blacker that sky.
Give thus the heights of passion so potent,
Accept thus the chasms of silence as they die.
Sweeten the truth and varnish all surfaces.
Paint me a canvas, write someone a song.
Question stern values, tease the fibres of platitudes.
Remember the weak and remember the strong.
I’ll light myself candles and watch the wax dripping.
Someone once loved how I loved myself.