Reversed

I had a post that disappeared
Into the aether. It was weird.
And did I find that post again?
You should not doubt that I did not.
Data does not come back when
The internet has dropped. I got
A few small pieces in my mind
A little here, a little there
Just enough for me to find
It frustrating that it would hare
Off to the distance, gone away
But not enough that I could make
A copy of it. Anyway
It's gone, and that just takes the cake.

Midday

Closed curtains seem

To cut off day

And keep the dream

Of sleep; to say

I am not here

Am not awake

Please just steer clear

For goodness' sake

I will not come

If you should knock

I'm distant from

The tick of clock

Still sleeping. Lies.

I've open eyes.

Eke

The idle days can sometimes be the worst
The days when there is nothing else to do
But wander aimlessly through things rehearsed
A thousand times before, when nothing new
Seems to exist beneath the boring sun
When all TV is reruns, and the books
You have around have all been read, each one
Still well-enough remembered that brief looks
Reveal the plot straight off, and make it hum
With dull predictability. In those
Long-stretching times of leaden tedium
Still something in my soul more hopeful grows
For when the hours pass, however they
Creep in their path, we're closer by a day.

Morning

Do not imagine I would rather be
Anywhere but by your side right now;
I want to sit and hold you quietly
And watch the moon behind a dark tree-bough
Slide out of sight; and in the waxing east
See the soft tendrils of the pre-dawn light
Stir up, beginning at their weakest least
But soon and quickly banishing the night
Revealing all around us in its glory,
Nature, effulgent in the warming sun;
And yet that would not best our own glad story
Of finally sitting beside the one
We want to spend our lives with; no new day
Could ever rival that in any way.

Newspost

Tell me your news, and I will be made glad
By simply hearing what you have to say;
That will, of course, be tempered if it's bad
Merely a gleam, should it be (in its way)
Horrific. But no matter what I hear
Part of me (sometimes a tiny part)
Will still be happy you saw your way clear
To tell me what is new with you. I start
Each day that I'm without you wishing to
Hear what you're up to, what you've done and seen
And when I get an update or review
It puts a superordinary sheen
Upon my day, and makes me joyfully
Await the next thing you will say to me.

Coffee Sunday

Today is certainly a coffee day
Not as the mass of ordinary days
When coffee is a drink, of course, that may
For pleasure be consumed, but as a haze
Requires sunlight to put burnt asunder
So coffee on a day like this must serve
To scorch the mind before it can go under
And make it choose to be awake, and swerve
Away from drowsiness. Coffee can do
Miracles that other drinks cannot;
Energize the body through and through
When it is served up strong and piping hot.
Today was made by coffee at its best
Even though it was a day of rest.

Roaches

The lights approach
The track is clear
A lone cockroach
Is scuttling here
Away from that
Oncoming train
Lest he be flat
But we all strain
To be first on
By pressing in
And when it's gone
With such a din
The roach is sole
Among the whole.

Sidereal

Half a moon is just enough to make
Me see the beauty we once saw together;
Shining high above me, through a break
In London's so notorious bad weather
It promises to wane and wax again
And in the interval to let me roam
Back to the place where I began, and when
At last I have returned to my own home
It will shine just as it has shined tonight.
But then I will be with the one I love,
And we can share the brightly glowing sight
Joined in our hearts in admiration of
The way the moon connects our days between
Past joys and those that yet are to be seen.

Rather

It would be rather silly to pretend
I don't want to be with you every night
And show you everything past which I wend,
As if you were a second to my sight.
It would be foolish to imagine I
Do not desire to be close to you
And hold you close as we both scan the sky
Bringing the latest full moon into view.
It would be wrong (and very wrong) to say
I would not wish for you to share my life
Never to abandon me or stay
(Although I cannot promise zero strife)
And as I wish you to hold faith with me
So will I hold with you, and happily.

Are

Were you here
I would be
(Let's be clear)
Happily
By your side
Holding you
Now I bide
Waiting to
Chat online
So that we
Can combine
Psychically
Over space
Sans embrace.