I dreamt of seasThat sparkled in sunWith a salted breeze softOn my cheek. The wavesWhispered in foreign tongues,And beckoned me onAnd on. But in day,The ocean trembledAs a tempest tossed the surf.My boat bent, and my sailsSnapped while the currentEnforced its will.Adrift, alone, I dreamt of springIn a valley glazedWith green. Sparrows sangIn the shade … More I Dreamt
Half-sung praises
Sound in silence
Where an echo finds room to grow. … More Silence
Where now the dark lady
With head of black and dress of night?
Where now the shine of gold
Who in her glance glitters bright? … More Still Waters
Body black and born of fire, he flits
And flickers and folds. His step without
A sound, his sight without a gaze, he sweeps
And strides across the floor … More Shadows on the Wall
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
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
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 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
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.
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
