Ashley Ng

At the turning of time
Left me chasing at shadows
Reaching blindly at flickers of old memories
Seeking out friends who have long passed away
Sharing their dreams for just one more day
Hopi…

Obsession drives the dance
against the ripping tides
while possession
luring
to an almost inevitability -
swimming
toward luscious desire.

It begins
in measured drops suspended
random couplings through the arc of time

They are but shadows
of a man I once loved
who is but a memory,
who cannot for all asking,
return from the dead

Jump! This thought was his salvation.

Please stop! Your lies suffocate me.

In darkness, love holds, comforts, ascends

Sleep, my child, sleep!
May your dreams so now bless us!
and from your love so grace us
to make our ghosts stand stark,
so naked: smiling!
‘gainst the warm blaze of the Sun

The Mother, though by rights of birth,
consumed her young with burning air
and blacked the Sun, so hid with shame
and plagued forever with despair

I sit
across a space
which may as well be a chasm
should I step unsurely

I see you
I know not what I think
Fear and trepidation?
Hope?
Salvation?

I give you
me

so much depends …

I named you
even before glances
were flavoured with desire,
even before
the thought of a kiss,
even from the first embrace

Let that last breath on that fatal shore
rise over the winds and carry me
beyond hurt, beyond tear
and in your memory
bear me home.

Philosophy