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.

In Early Days

The sun shone brightIn early daysWhen gilded dragons swamThrough endless skies.And the nights were darkAs papa’s coffee. Monsters lurkedIn all the shadows,Claws twisted and sharp.But the covers offered A warm, snug havenFor my mind to wanderOn and on. Love burned hotIn early days, drunkOn ladies’ laughter.The flick of a hipOr the touch of their gazeCast … More In Early Days

All is Ash

Cinders swim In the summer breezeLike gold coinsThrough my fingers. SmokeBeckons with silver plumes.I follow. Its scent is strongWith oak and cherry,And kisses my lipsHello, goodbye.I follow. All aroundThe wreckage playsA symphonyOf crackles and snaps.And the timber singsA friend’s sweet elegy.I follow. The world glowsWithin the hot embraceOf orange and scarlet.I surrender. Flames enclose me.All … More All is Ash

Your Touch

Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I’m silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With … More Your Touch