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To have one more day
Is all I ask
To fill with joy
To do the things I want

Happy enjoyable things to do
my list thingss to do
All want to do
My last sky dive

A ride in a ballon
Simple things I can do
A meal on top of the shard
To absail the tallest tower

All I ask is for one more day

If I could bring you back
for more hour or a day
I will get you snack
coz I have countless things to say.
If I could bring you back
I'll take care of you
I will put your sacks
like I use to do.
If i could bring you back
I will stay in your side
I will never be out of your sight.

Sorry for now
I can't bring you back.
I have to find myself
in the right track.
I miss you now
and always i will.

If can bring you back
If only I could I will.

Silent deep
Metal clad
Cold and damp
Baterries lights dull

Diesel smell
Silent they wait
Engines above
Death charges await

the hull belows and moans
Steel buckells
Pressure deep
Silent they wait heads low
The bangs the hull creaks they wait

For silence
Then they know its safe

Mother, as I last view your
pale and fragile frame
I envisioned the chariot
that will carry you to heaven...

It will be of silver and gold
steadily rumbling through a tunnel
at first dark with the end in sight
an unwavering beckoning beacon of light...

Soon you will be standing on a hill
with a new body
below you fertile land light and airy
beautiful colored clouds behold your palace!

A mansion with many rooms
towers high and proud
as it laps the sea
each wave blue as can be!

When you enter your palace mother
you're in a place free of sin
say hello to all our loved ones
as you enter the Kingdom of Heaven..

In her final moments
her silent face lies before me
mother's eyes so serene
like a lake undisturbed
by turbulent winds
perhaps inside she was smiling
perhaps not
perhaps lost in a world
of dreamy thoughts..

Her eyes cast a final gaze
as she faded into the kingdom
of brilliant white light
time seemed to have slowed
as she drifted away
surrounded by sobbing...

I had always known
the final moments
would be painful for me
but to my great surprise
it was peaceful for mother
as my tears flow wide
it was where I was
by my mother's side
as she joined
God's cloud castle in the sky...

At the service
relatives not seen
for such a long time
begin to appear in succession...

A mixture of joy and pain
pain for the loss
of a loved one
joy for uniting with kin...

Tears shed
for the beloved
are not a sign of weakness
but a sign of heart...

I know you cannot
read loss
only feel it
eventually, everything goes away...

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR

Angel in black lace
lips painted red
rises from a misty dream
high heels clicking on hardwood floor
red hair billowing in autumn breeze

Her lover waits
eyes brilliant, blue and filled with desire
face like a beautiful, ancient God
stands by a mirror
one he created with the stroke of his brush
from the dark shadows of his mind

He holds out his hand
invites her to the other side
tempting her with his sensuous song

Her heartbeat quickens
"Stay close by me." she whispers
gently touching his face
"I will." he kisses her lips
he casts his spell

His gleaming knife flashes
streaks of brilliant light reflect on steel and glass
images of demons, lovers and wild beasts
dance within the multicolored rays of light

Blade slashes the curtain
creating a portal to a world of fantasy
one that devours, twists and shreds
like feline teeth tearing through tender flesh

Her angel face glows as he leads her over the threshold
her eyes grow wide as they walk through labyrinths
where magic beings flitter by then fade into black crevices
smell of candle wax melting on delicate skin
nymphs chant love songs
devils hiss as they pass

She watches a woman bound in chains
waiting
while a tanned muscular men
adorned with mystic tattoos
slowly changes into the hawk
gray fluttering wings sprout from his back
he gathers his slave within his claws
then flies upward to a sunless sky

Angel in black lace watches the ascent
then looks into her own man's eyes
she sees heaven for a moment
then she sees hell burn within the pages of her destiny

Now they walk down black tunnel
a wolf howls in the distance
wild cats magnificent and strong
look on
hunger in their eyes

Beast and woman lie together
on lust soaked floor
murmurs of pain and pleasure
echo in a chilling symphony


Angel peers at their faces
sees the poetry in their eyes
the erotic movement of their bodies
she begins to understand the magic of this darker world
then she ventures ahead
her lovers grip on her hand loosens
then lets go

"Watch over me, my love."
she says as she turns to look back at him
"I will."
his words drift on an icy wind

Black panthers wait for his command
he nods
his eyes gleam like the moon within a starless sky
as animals take the form of men
then shift back into primitive shapes

Angel's black lace torn to shreds
they devour her naked body
murmurs of pain and pleasure
on the other side of the mirror….


SAS

ETHERIUM
©1995 David Arthur

I ponder long pained eyes upon
Ice silent yesterdays
Mere memories beloved Louise
Cannot my loss allay

An ocean is my love but not enough for you
Whose grace precedes lithe mystic steeds
The winged gods of lore

I wander on bemused withdrawn
In weary wayward ways
In dreary dotard ways
A pious mermidon

Forever is my love not long enough for you
My eternal spirit draws its neverending breath for you

All earthly will dead quiet still
A shade bemoans by day
And dark of night yields not respite
For grief that has no stay

A poem is my love yet not enough for you
Whose soul sublime
Stirs nobler rhyme
From bard's supernal shore

Singing Beach. A haven from the streets of life,
The sound of shell bells, from the cities of
The Sea echo through the salty air, yet heard
Above the splashing of the ocean as it kissed the shoreline
And splashed against the rocks.
Each morn the Porpoise, with slippery limbs and silver form
Would arch above the rolling waves, a bow without
The piercing arrow, then descend to depths unknown,
Screeching, once again in play before heading to the shore.
My simple bow in greeting never could compare to his
Trick of paddling tail, suspending him in air.
His wavering click of screech was his personal form of speech, Yet
I understood and talk of life ensued,
His graceful leap so high and a
Special kinship grew between this fish and I.
one morning, on the sand, beneath suspecting clouds,
I saw the fish afloat.
Weekened by some inner wond
He circled round and round,
His playful screech muffled,
An unfamiliar sound. I waded in the water to comfort, feel and touch
But the fish kept his distance, insisting "nothing much." then
With mustered strength
All for my delight, the fish attempted flight.
He cut into an easy roll,
pure pain to flap his tai and my tears for one so young
Gave way to silent wail.
In the baron wasteland of my heart
A silent chant echo's.

Why
One
single
three
letter
word
repeating
over
and
over
in my mind
Echoing
taunting
like loud
laughter in an
empty hall
Punishing
humiliating
destroying
Why
I can't shake it
loose
I can't hide
can't make it stop
make it go away
any more than
I can change
time
If only
I could
change time
Go back
Erase your
fingerprints
from my flesh
reminding me
again and
again
how I let you
touch me
How I touched
you
me
One
single
thoughtless
moment
of
weakness
If only
the pleasure
lasted
as
painfully long
as the
guilt
Shame
burns in me
where once
passion dwelt
burning
hungering
for your touch
a touch
any
you could have
been
anyone
The projector
of memory
paints a sordid
collage
of flashback images
Two bodies
entwinded
in an erotic
lover's dance
thrusting
pulling
needing
taking
wanting
more
more
But it's never enough
it's never
ever
enough.


SAS