Poetry

well, most of the time - I really only have this much to say
From harness to hay, salvation turned grey - To a world 
without time, nor face - Only accident, death and common 
place - But ultimately dominant, its face I'm beneath - 
an ever more towering wave - From then the pounding, to 
close finally my illusions - With a slamming of the lid 
to a grave.

© Kates 08
Alice
Catching beckoning from a gentle place
I stumble forward in case I'm late
To where there an angel, of love, of grace
Moulded from within my aching space
All heaven wrapped in magic lace
"I love" sound spills into embrace
But before I can utter I adore’
I love you darling's there no more
For in that same moment immortalized 
For such moments can never die
Her blade cuts deeply through my soul
From sweet heaven to languish in her hell
A place in which she could never dwell
For with one half breath she thrusts "not you"
Wrenched back empty to the night I threw
Before returning to my coming I ask her name "I'm Alice"
Then pray Alice of wonderland is your magic still at hand



© Kates 10