Stuart Logan Poems

Tears of blood are spilled,
As one by one, man dies.
Sails are torned to ribbons,
But one human still defies.
...

Crimson tears of the sky,
Splatter the earth.
From the vain, empty promises of above.
...

Red lipstick,
Marking the glass,
That she drank from,
To make her so elegant.
...

Falling like the scattered souls of tender leaves,
She walks away from me.
I yearn to reach out,
Yet I was the man who sent her away.
...

A subtle breeze blows here,
Where the early winter morn does bite.
The bitter snows far away,
yet the chill of the arctic still harps.
...

Resting in your arms,
I sleep fondly.
Nothing about us is traditional.
Miles apart, separated by sea,
...

Open, vast caverns,
Feel like home,
My lonesome voice echoing off the stony verbal mirrors.
I call the name,
...

Bats fly over the ember horizon,
Blind yet seeing.
But fear still lives amongst them.
Shadows of souls floating upon invisible rails.
...

Embers of isolation,
Finally fading to charcoal,
And allowing the beast to approach.
Swift and silent,
...

Darkness,
And fire.
Burning,
Ever higher.
...