That fragile balance So disturbed by a whisper Not meant to be heard   That glimmering echo So closely held by the drum In the soul’s hidden room   That heavy truth So discoloured by blades Walking the corners of the mind   All that and the thrill

Porcelain Seconds

The breath of the moment Melts into life Like diamonds Swimming on top of liquid gold Words left unspoken Define what is told Between sheets of comprehension And letting go Frayed to the bone The burning is slow The fall Just a ruffle of feathers And in the pale shoes of memory Fragmented truths Reflect