TODAY she walked pass me:my soul
she did and the song of my heart
within her hair
A pearl of dreams full of heaven
upon two stems too swiftly
to allow life, my own:me to know
Today beyond the steel towers and
of glass I wept
but upon my feet
kicking sorrow shard-lit hopeless
bits and pieces of my dying dreams
death says, “come with me”
:: 07-01-2015 ::
AND with no curiosity
nor enjoyment for life
each knock upon my
chamber heart ignored!
THAT door once built
upon intoxicating power;
a wilted stem o’ flower
is how I see my soul!
A ceaseless disregard
for popular accord
I wish to spread
the seeds of prose
and watch the flowers grow!
and before you ever thought
of Spring did you ever see
the bluejay sing?
:: 04-10-2015 ::
VOICE within the gale
speak to me – shudder
soil drench soul – sell
I bind my tongue no-utter
secrets of my shadow-tell
My storm has entered
across a parched land
dust assailed by tear drops
footprints across soul-sand
Let fires burn from my skies
ripping oak and ancient lands
the treasure shall you find
winds, rain, lightning discover…
a heart that’s lost
in space and time…
::01-12-2024::
UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms
Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure
And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park
Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak
Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems
Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair
You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts
I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts
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