When clouds sit low upon the land,When earth and sky are wet with rain,The titter tatter on the roof,The pitter patter on the pane. I like it cold and wet beyondFor all the reason moreThat after whetted by days of sunI’ve covered hours to look ‘fore. When all is dark and bleak outsideAnd all is …
No breath escapes, no sound is heard.When gravity is lost, dreamsCome crashing into our realityAnd cannot be told apart.There are no smells, the light comes from within –Its subtle glow masking the bareness of the walls. Our hearts beat to warm us both.I feel my fingers passing over herAs though my hand were guidedAnd detached.She, …
Where ancient warriors come to cleanseBeneath the stars and trees and sands.In burning caves to show the doors,With vapor’s keys to unlock souls. The songs are ever present here,Of all the lives who’ve come and went.To blow away the dirt and fearThey came to mountains by nature’s scent. And then away by foolish roads –Of …
Death becomes meLying still,Devoid of thought,With nothing left to feel. A new releaseFound on my brow,Carefree in nothing —No pain to handle now. What sorrow brought inday to day,Is now exhaledAnd fades away. No lust to fanThe flames of loins,There is no fearIn where I’m going. To sacrifice the draw of breath,To choose, and love, …
On mountain peaks I sit unstirring,My vision more and more is blurring.I’m growing blind to what I’ve thought is true,I’m growing lighter in the draining hue. I only see what I’ve forgotten,I only breathe of air un-rotten’d,What seems like blurring mist is clearing,The falsehood in my heart is searing. And though I’m pained by the …
I was already there.It seemed as though forever now.The cool wind running up the Seine.The harvest time has come.Along the quai – stalls of bounty. From London I had come afore.There too along the Thames I walked.Jesters and their like, top hats still.The fog only lifted.But time did drift on by. In Paris it stood …
What dreams may come of self imprisoned fate,Beyond the window with the sounds of life abounding,Trapped in the glass and mesh of air conditioned comfort.All those beyond in realization of themselves,The birds, of flesh and steel, of horses free and bridled by the hundred.Of humans in their will, their task before them, purpose imbedded in …
The column slowly returns to the earth from which it came.Curves and plump lips, a deep copper hue,Stand in relief of the life and roads traveled.Strength of one side supporting the weakened other.Well-worn and oiled wood helps keep the column fromSinking to its eternal rest. Lenses of knowledge, only shimmer, only reflect,And yet spark to …
Above the trees and clouds
The mist waves on beneath the blue,
Whatever struggle to such heights forgotten,
On high, vast peaks reveal what’s good and true.
