To Ruin

Ashes dance in the midnight sky,Whose inky waves rippleWith the wailing wind. Fire roarsAs it cascades down the hills, and the forestWhirs with commotion. Birds and beastsOf every fur and feather flee For the babble of the river. But the blazeEncircles and traps.Its fingers splayed, orange and red,Pull leaf, lumber, and those still livingTighter tighter … More To Ruin

In My Head

When the curtains of night fallOver the sky, you join meBeneath the covers. Your hair,A feathery, blond down, drapesOver my shoulder, and your gossamer touch Slips across my skin as a shadow Shifts across the floor. When I shut My eyes, you speak to me in a coo.Scents of heather and rose hipBillow from your … More In My Head

The Sparrows’ Song

The sparrows flitAmidst autumn grovesOf ash and of oak.Their songs slipLike a gossamer breezeThrough the branches,Whose outstretched armsEmbrace the tuneWith rosy fingers splayed. Beneath the boughs,On a bed of moss,I drift into reverie.The shade is thick,The leaves fall,And the sparrows sing on. I listen with one ear perkedAnd another nestled in dirt.Sleep will take me.Winter … More The Sparrows’ Song

I Look at You

Like searching backwardsInto the ever-fleeting past,Memories bright,But dimmer every day.Like gazing forwardsOver the boundless, blue sea,Where the sun setsOn crystal islesKnown only to the sand and surf.Like staring up,Beyond the black void,Where the star ways swirlInto glimmering formsWhose beautyNeither mind nor hand can grasp…Darling, I look at you.