Unholy Ghosts

We tread paths, criss-cross this silent ground,
Leaving vapour trails of lost hope
In this garden of distrust.

We wait, lamenting what once was ours
But now’s lost in the mists and tears.
Of the mourners at the graves

That unquiet souls have vacated.
Just bones and dust are left behind
We have emigrated, gone.

Yet earthbound we still remain,
Cursed to wander this domain.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Advertisements

Falling Into the Future

photo credit: garlandcannon Persistence of Chromatic Memory via photopin (license)

Falling into the future,

When the memories will let me.

The memories that did beget me

And like a lover’s arms want to keep hold.

 © 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Unresolved

photo credit: chiaralily Falling via photopin (license)

This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
 
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.