The Eastern Light

A starless night stealsAcross the sea,Where I stray, half-sunkIn the boundless, black brine.Arms weary, I thrashAmid the violent waves,Whose frothy peaksPush me far from shore. But in the eastern skyDawns a hopeful glimmer:A radiant girl wreathed in lightWith smile beaming,Shadow fleeing. Like holy fireShe burns awayThe night. And as the churning seaLies still with a … More The Eastern Light

The Fire Rages

Dead wood burns overThe fields of the fallen. Axes rentAnd armor split, an army of corpsesRests atop bloodied grounds. Smoke risesAs dusk falls On a red sun, whose rays will neverLight their smiles again. Smoke rises To the mountains and sweepsInto the sea, whose waves will neverKiss their feet again. The rains lamentThe passing of … More The Fire Rages

Light of My Life

Quiet nights and cold sheetsSting. And a dinner for oneFouls the tongue. Walks alone,Talks alone with the voice in my head,And soft songs strummed to empty rooms.Without love – without light,So even the night strains To see. But there is comfort.In the depthless dark and wearyCold, a fire flickers. Through its shiftingFlames, a couple dancesWith … More Light of My Life

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