Wind Chills

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The sun shines down,
Crowning the ice upon the pond
With a transient halo.

Shimmers of translucence
Shiver in the frigid air,
Whisper of nothing.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


Moon Eye

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Moon ‘I’ floating on a sea of clouds –
Greeting the fire that waits just beyond the horizon.
I leave the watch of my Midnight Ones to you
O child of flame, my fierce burning son.
I glimpse your restless desire
From across the depths of heaven

That fate decrees should break my heart, asunder.
I forever in the shadow of the passion
That gives your hours their meaning.
Bearer of my hopes and fears I give breath to you
That break the silence of the dark with unblemished light;
As I lay down my head, and close my eyes to dream.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

This Will Be the Moment (New Year Breaking)

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This will be the day
This’ll be the moment
I’m breaking these bonds,
Tearing down these cages.

This will be the hour,
To the very second.
I’ll open my mouth,
For the first time
You’ll hear me rage

Shouting from the rooftops.
Gonna shed these shackles.
Kicking over holy idles.
Tumbling your truths
Down into the dust.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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When I look back through past days
Back at the twilight and the dark
Or forward at the approaching dawn.

I recall nothing more than the rhythm of my life
And that I’m the one who changed.
Yes I’m the one who got away.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Dark Side

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Spinning in the infinite
Shining forever, but always
You die. Resurrection
Is not an option,
Only entropy.
The slow descent,
Decaying orbit,
Dragging you downward
Towards a black hole
Of your own making.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

All of Me

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Following this foolish path
That leads me back to your door.
That sends me down to a deeper hell
To that ruin where I dwelt before.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Trip the Light Fantastic with You

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Your motion in that moment
Is sinuous, movement neverending.
You dance the figure for infinity,
Sketching out your theory of everything
With your body. A prism you have become,
Your silhouette a rainbow as light explodes through you.
I am a spectator at the beginning of the universe
As time stops. Before my heart beats again.
I am a spectator at the beginning of the universe,
As with the electricity of your touch
I come to life; I breathe again.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Shortest Day

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The golden orb hangs low but does not dispel the gloom

That cloud my senses. Of a world spinning wildly beyond the borders of my room.

This cellular existence, the prison bars are of my own making,

Trapping me within a gravity, making me blind to the chances I could be taking.


© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.




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Let’s get intimate me and you.
Sit down in some comfy nook
Snuggle down before a fire
And talk about the stars and our favourite books.
Let us talk for hours and hours
About autumn leaves and summer showers.
Until the candle’s burned to darkness;
Holding hands becomes as natural
As breathing out, as breathing in.
Until we share our thoughts of a secret kind.
Let us get intimate me and you
Until daylight has replaced the dark of night.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.


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I fall but only to rise.
I take to the wing
Because I revel in flight.
I become another being
And am only alive
When there is nothing to hold me
Except the white of a cloud
And the blue of the sky.
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.