Shiver

By the silence that slices through the cloudless,
Moonless night. Shivers surround the skin
In utter stings of sharpness like sharks
Savouring the stench of sepsis and sound
Of sinew in shock. The soul shatters
Like shell over starkest stone as eye
See it break over songs unsung.

Indeed, shivering cold out inside
In the cloudless, moonless night.

Simple things

Sometimes I wish for simple things
No debates or words to be fought
Just a pure reflection of who we are
Seen through a pristine pool of thought

Simply wish we are who are sought
Whether amidst hell or Eden
Like a tawny sparrow merely sings
Her quiet rhymes for her wren