Wednesday, September 29, 2010

This Empty House

gone the meaning of my life
grown to men now
pretty babies were they
handfuls of love and wonder

I miss their sound and play
their innocent big blue eyes
just the joy of their being
remembering embraces sweet

this and so much more
forever captured in my heart
seen through teary eyes
my boys, my love, my empty house

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Tatiana's Fancy

he knows me well
this boy,this child
wandering through my realm
for he dares to call my name

I seek him now,his mortal soul
and the ripeness of his lips
come now my little one my own
oh lie with me upon my wildflower bed

we’vie but the summer to spend
for I would bind you in my spell
where we shall love like no others have
courting high summer’s bountiful nectar

fret not my dear one when Mab grows strong
and winter ends my reign
when cruel storms take away our bliss
for I shall wrap you tight in gossamer and silver webs

loving me shall take your life
with in a moment,a blink in time
I shall drink your essence dry
for your life’s blood is forfeit to me

a tear I’ll shed when you have passed
your beauty faded and gone
and miss you so these long winter nights
till summer comes again

and I shall take another to my bed

Renewal The Mandala

breathless, the circle
yet seen
moves unchanged

a flame of the heavens
shinning lamp
ebbs and flows
making way
in the sea of life

created, before time
the Mandela
in grace and form
beginning and end

master of all
life and death
engulfs matter
spins through eternity
a shimmering orb
deep in it's void

thick is the circle
patterns pulsate in time,blood
attach and detach
the Mandala
but to start anew

eternal...master creator
we, are rekindled
burning bright but a moment
over and over
again and again
renewal in motion

the lamplight's path we glide
only to end,begin
the circle, the great Mandela
drifts cracking
as it rides the void

Dark Dreams

look, look deep into your eyes
behind the color blue
rimed with darkness
a nebula world, one few know
few care, few will ever see

in twilight, your eyes open
letting in the nights shadows
shadows that fill you
shadows that complete you
weaving webs of deceit and fear

beware the dimly lit paths
aglow around you, drawing, pulling
like spirit lights on the moors
we will suck you dry and snatch your soul
no second chance, no escape

Monday, September 27, 2010


unmarked mossy ground
bares witness those that were
sacred tears still flow

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Loves Monument

built from sorrows tears
stone angles weep ever more
were once love did bide

Red Roses

come lie red roses upon my breast
wet with dew and tears
kiss my lips one more time
before you leave my heart
then cover me gently in autumns sheet

Speak But My Name

speak but my name
my life will have meaning
speak but my name
love will come full turn
speak but my name
on a full moon's night
speak but my name
and forget me not
whisper it softly when the bells chime
that's when I shall be near
and love thee all the more

To Hide Away

bleak corridors
an old guest in empty ballrooms
a place to hide
hide myself away

my companion
shadows each step
as I flounder,stray
leave me...
you are not my love
my card is full
and I would not dance

thirst, never ending
ensues me
I would drink
drink deeply
quench thy thirst
now liquid,I stumble
to this my measured end
raptured infinite
where time is forgotten

oh sweet peace
hidden deep
shame fear
I am, obliterated
sensing nullity
released,my body, flows
unreal surreal

no feeling now
my mind is thick and slow
drowning in hues of black
struggling not
I, have found the crack
in which to hide
unheard, I am sacrosanct
my soul is lost
lost forever more.

The Color Of Her Words

When she spoke
her words became
shades of silver and gray
Filling the morning mist
rising from her body
with a rainbow of thoughts
In her mind
she could see herself
covered in their silky touch.
Colors sparkled as she moved
breathing in and out
she walked
colors swirling around her
In a maze she walked
while jeweled tones fell
gently beneath her feet.
Her eyes opened upon the morning world
seeing what others could not
The color of her words
filled her with wonder
as her laughter echoed
in silver and gray

Summer Queen

As the stars fill the heavens above
His heart seeks what he cannot have
The perfection of her soft skin, her face

The love that lies in her eyes, yet not for him
Beauty has molded time, radiant in starlight she shines
Pale as the virgin moon she walks through the forest and fields

"Surely what secrets she endures, her pure glorious features
Come from the constellations...a gift not meant for mankind"

Friday, September 24, 2010

Autumn Haiku

sandy beaches bare
misty clouds cloak the thin tide
faint laughter lingers

Lord Of Dark Winter Nights

Oh, I love the night
the sweet velvet night
that wraps me in such dreams

and wander I through misty clouds
following moonbeams to sliver shores
ever west to star glazed sky's

oh, let me sleep let me lie
forever close in your arms this lover mine
my lord of dark winter calls all that are his


first image of his face
dreamy smile and sleepy eyes
such bliss I have known

Beaneth The Moon

though man needs must dream
fast flows time beneath the moon
fleeting are our days

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Hello Friends and Readers.......

Sorry I have been ill and in hospital. I am much better now and will be posting soon. Much thanks for stopping by.


Friday, September 10, 2010


her beauty iridescent in the twilight
form and figure at the moons mercy
long lived is she,but cares not for such

willowy and graceful,she blends in to deep dark places
her is sorrow knows no boundary
her pity no rest, forever she weeps
forever she weeps.
weep shide weep
strong is her power, sweet her voice
music with which she binds
all fools that seek her

she weeps for mankind
those whom seek favor and magic
still her nimble fingers fly faster and faster
warp and weft, she whom entangles the hearts of men
which each snap of thread another heart is hers

weep Cassandra, weep for all the lost
they did not hear your lament
weep for those who stumble across your path.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010