Consolation

I’d love to heal your heart, love
I’d love to fill it with joy.
I’d love to give you all I own
In time and things, and every word
That speaks of kindness,
Speaks of gentleness,
That drives away all fear.
I’d give you every sweet caress
That wipes away all tears.

Cy, (date ?)

Conscience
The dark grey thorns
Pierce the bright white snow
Like the prick of my conscience
Piercing the complacency
Of my consciousness.

Cy, 2004

Civil At The Civic

As Josephs exudes his
Metaphysical coat
Of many colours,
In rainbow sounds,
Harmonizing into
Silver and gold
Rhythms of his soul,
As they touch
The beauty or truth,
Carried in his heart,
His armour against
The blackness of hypocrisy,
The stinging red
Pain of injustice
Still felt
By his little child,
Deep in the pain,
Deep in his soul,
The darkness of his soul,
Reaching for the colours
Of his metaphysical rainbow.


Cy, august, 2000, Nelson, B.C. (To Joe Keithly)