Winter Moon

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Whose is the moon

That floats on high;

That lights my way

On winter nights,

That sails above

And reflects below.

Whose is the moon?

Not mine, I cry.

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© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 3 January 2015

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Siren Blue (Dreams)

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I can’t remember what it is,
This ocean of memory
In which I’ve got lost.
A natural phenomena,
Drifting, flying, falling, dying.
I’m a stranger in this kingdom
So far from home.

I can’t see a solution,
A way out
Of this maze of confusion.
This song of the stratosphere:
Drowning, crying, calling, dying.
Dream keeper of this kingdom
I can’t call home.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Night Terrors

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Between the dusk and the dawn.
Between the freeze and the thaw.
The barren tears and the tremors of love,
The nights spent alone with you in my bed
And delights of moments stolen, realities unsaid.
The psychosis of you, split in two;
The living hell, loving soul,
Raging madly together in a maelstrom
With your night terrors gnawing at your soul.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Libretto

I

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I may have the words
But the music has escaped from me.
I may know the steps
But the dance has left my feet.
I may have had you once
But that was another day,
Another picture of decay.
II

Metamorphosis:
Say something else, before voices flee
Running timid from
Reality. Bleeding on these streets
For the word crimes. Passionate
Execution of the grey
And the virgin’s vision – decay.
 

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© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Down in the Tube Station

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Is this your bridal gown
Or a burial shroud?
The worries of the world
Weighing you down.
The nine to five heartache
Of another Monday commute.
Saturday morning, five more minutes
Under the covers,
Seems like a lifetime away.
A smudge of mascara,
Congealed with sleep, in the corner of your eye.
Difficult to tell apart
From the soot and pollution down here
In this metropolitan underworld.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

StarRise

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photo credit: Pascal Volk Explosia [Explored 2016-08-22] via photopin (license)


The silence of this season
Completes me.
The Night holds me in her arms,
The darkness drapes her body:
Caresses my feeling in the coldness
Of her ebony being.
I plunge into the heart of her,
And in falling I shine.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.