In shadows deep, where thoughts do flee, The mortician’s hand doth lay on me. To rest, to sleep, no longer sane, In death’s embrace, I now remain.

A scream within, a silent cry, As pale as death, as cold as night. My form he checks, with careful ease, A ghastly dance, a grim disease.

With bath and song, a mournful tune, He tends to me beneath the moon. Two hands of strength, with skill and grace, Set my visage, in death’s embrace.

Arterial flow, a crimson tide, Drains away, where secrets hide. The hollow core, where souls decay, Is purged and cleansed, in grim array.

The hum of death, a ceaseless sound, As flames of desire doth surround. With final breath, I shed my skin, To face the void, to face within.

And in that moment, once again, I ponder choice, in death’s domain. To linger still, or flee the night, In death’s passages, eternal flight.

WORLD my nectaur ~~~ oh, spirit
while the sun eats my woes
the ground heals my soul
Light passes across fertile ground
upon night death a kindly fate
how ancestors in time weep
the gods now rest for centuries
within their undiscovered tombs
Roads covered by dust
how Imhotep and Hordjedef ache
their words no longer rectited in whole.

In this time their deeds unknown
their places gone as though never been!

:: 02.28.2024 ::

You are the masterpiece of my life! Within you reside the vibrant hues of love! Next to the shimmering sky, amidst the melodies, In every memory, you are always present. You are the cause of all these seasons, Would I ever forget your name? It’s all the same – intuition will See everything come together in fruition. And I will be the guardian of your emotions, If this life is all we have, If my voice gets lost among many, My love, I’ll find you once more, In the next life, without fail. Love is the sole reason, Love is the driving force, Love is the dance of the stars, And above all, you are the masterpiece Of my life.

Upon the silent deck I stood,
No breeze to stir the air.
Beneath the heavens’ mirrored hood,
A restless soul laid bare.

I shut my eyes and whispered low,
To conjure gentle breath,
To fill my sails and bid them grow,
Across the sea’s wide breadth.

Soft whispers swirled, the glassy sea,
In waking dreams, I lay.
A lover’s voice, it called to me,
“Roll over,” did it say.

The name, a breeze within my ear,
Strange, yet clear as day.
“Mistral,” it spoke, drawing near,
In its wild, untamed way.

Though oft I held the helm with might,
I yielded to its charm.
It spun me ’round in endless night,
With naught but its sweet harm.

To mountains high, it promised flight,
Where beauty knows no end.
“Mistral,” it sang, a siren’s light,
My steadfast course to bend.

Through endless watches, I await,
That breeze to set me free.
To whisk me back, ere it’s too late,
To where my heart finds glee.

And on the waves, I breathe your name,
Across the empty span.
You’ve made of me a dreamer, tame,
In Mistral’s wild, sweet hand.

:: 02.24.2024 ::