DREAM

Dream a little dream of me;
Of times long past and days now gone.
Dream of times of shining splendour,
With glowing lights and distant songs.

The age has past where we could see
Our future with lucidity.
We have no time for long-lost plans,
Or space for regularity.

Leave all your forlorn thoughts behind,
A trickle from the dried up stream,
Then run from your consuming lives,
And melt into your fragile dreams.

~ C. Spies

DIALOGUE OF A MISANTHROPE WITH HIS SOUL

Death is before me today:

like the recovery of a sick man,

like going forth into a garden after sickness.

Death is before me today:

like the odour of myrrh,

like sitting under a sail in a good wind.

Death is before me today:

like the course of a stream;

like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.

Death is before me today:

like the home that a man longs to see,

after years spent as a captive.

~ From "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with His Soul" (ca 2000 BC), now called "Dispute Between a Man and His Ba," from a papyrus of the middle kingdom of Egypt.

DISQUIET

I close my eyes
To clear my mind.
The pain inside 
That keeps us tied,
It's in the fear
That's drifting here.
Time depends on me,
I understand.

Why do you cry
Upon the night?
A ring of fire 
That burns to bright.
We drift away
To reach the day. 
Don't come to me,
I'll disappear.

Under the stars 
I feel no space.
We're coming now 
To clear the crowd.
Don't leave me here
To feel their fear.
I see my mind;
Open your eyes.

~ C. Spies

DARK ROOM

I sit inside a darkened room
Surrounded by familiar gloom.
Under the door I see a crack,
But gusts of wind do blow it black.

Your face is not a mask removed,
But sketch all drawn with lines anew.
I see you form before my eyes;
A creature born of compromise.

Dichotomy of good and bad
Lies twisted in this selfish land
Where people live life to consume.
I sit here in my darkened room.

~ C. Spies

SUNSPOT

The sky is too bright for me today

So give me mist, storms, darkness,
To keep the blinding light at bay.

Give me the surging winds that howl,
The dancing fiends that twist and warp,
And crash on through the lazy boughs -
Oh, sunny days; My last resort.

Towards the tempest am I inclined,
With all the skies that rage and roar.
This sunny madness clouds my mind,
So let me watch my raindrops pour.

~ C. Spies

SHADOW DANCE

I once asked a shadow to dance,
To frolic and to play,
And begged him not to leave too soon;
I asked him if he'd stay.

He was a child of merriment,
Addictive in his charm,
And used to show the children things
That brought them to his arms.

His mocking tones would spring delight,
Initially it was always so,
But then the fast approaching night
Would send the children running home.

I once asked a shadow to dance
In distant yesterday;
He came at once to see me laugh
And we danced the years away.

~ C. Spies

MR. QUIN

Oh, tricksy poltergeist,
Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin;
You've lost your lust for life
And now the darkness has seeped in.

A king of countless castles
With nowhere to call home,
The darling Mr. Quin must walk
Wherever he shall roam.

Invisible to staring eyes
And your gruesome, ghostly gaze,
Dear Mr. Quin does waltz along
Heedless of passing days.

~ C. Spies