Tuesday, October 19, 2010


by the dim iridescence of the setting moon
we all walk the silent pathways of life
born of woman and son of man
destined to die, oh the pathway is swift

The Wreath...At the Cross Road.

Each year around this time
a faded green wreath hangs
on the yellow cross-road sign.

It's once bright ornament's
and gaily wrapped tiny presents...
have lost their luster to the
bitter cold winter winds.

Swaying with each gust, the wreath
is somehow anchored both in the
present and the past...
anchored safely in the bright,blinking
red and green light of caution.

But as all things must...
those who would have know it's purpose
have long since past from memory...

All, gone to their rest in the deep
hard-dark frozen earth...
their names forgotten, buried in the soil
they once tiled.

Soon, she that remembers still...
the sweet-golden boy of summer
with cornflower blue eyes and hair
of spun gold...

Remembers still his tender heart and
honeyed voice...
that echo's faintly in the laughing
winter trees.

Soon, soon she too will come no more
and the sad, worn little green wreath...
that has hung at the cross roads
for twenty long unforgiving years.

Twenty years lost in the early darkness
of youth mind and time...
will be but one more frozen image
tattered, worn...

And the golden boy of summer
that oh so, sweet-faced boy of summer
with eyes of cornflower blue...
will be lost forever in the darkness
that he so feared...
For none will ever come again
to hang his sad little wreath.

Unleash Me

unleash my soul, my heart, my love
free me from this sorrowful world
seasons change yet we remain
trapped in our humanity

She Comes The Night

time and rivers flow
beneath velvet starlit skies
serene comes the night

Monday, October 18, 2010

Only A Breath Away

memories of you are a keepsake
only a breath away

your smile so boyish warms my heart
I feel you touch my hot skin

your body cools me wraps me in want
missing you is more then I can bear

come to me my dreamer,my champion
fly me away back in time

when our bodies were entwined...lovers
when all was bright and new

just the two of us with not a care in the world
where the world could not hurt us

Oh such music we made
Oh how now I weep

I need your mouth your lips your hands
cover me with kisses my love
and wake me from this lonely dream

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Empty Bench

Autumn robed in gold
the leaves ever changing hues
remember what was

winds blow sleepy trees
covering a lonely bench
empty for all time

The Rose Of Sharon

pure gift to mankind
the rose of Sharon blooms sweet
unblemished god's love

Children Of The Fae

they dance beneath the moon
children of the forest
round and round their circle grows

their voices echo high and sweet
chanting spell that bind the heart
growing bright in the setting sun

ever seeking the weak,tired and weary
hollowed souls,empty husks
moon blind spirits that stumble and fall

they chant again and again

woodsmoke fills the damp air
their forms drift in and out
casting black illuminations

sweet children of the Fae
shape shifters singing songs
sires of the shadows

woven deep within forests dark
warp and weft, ever spinning
a web of desire, want and need

magical beings of immortality
their faces beautiful to behold
all is lost as the circle closes

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Angels Around Me

try,try as I might
I cannot find my way home
angels lead me there

born in darkness void
please let my soul fly
west word to to sea

hold me tight in your mighty wings

Monday, October 11, 2010

Thursday, October 7, 2010

"What Lips My lips Have Kissed"

"What lips my lips have kissed"
What sighs my heart has known
When summer was once nigh
those lips were ripe and mine

Love converged my soul, my heart
I remember your kisses warm and tender
Now a kiss is a memory long gone

Oh but of his bliss I have known
being and form I have been
my Ecstasy his hand and his touch

Thus all, all treasured by me
Come lover and lie close
to my willing body

For"what lips my lips have kissed"
come lover to my soul
And we shall shun the starlit Sky's


white foam breaks to shore
captured sands swirling colors
the sea's patterns form

waves come with each crest
shifting the sands of mankind
a vortex of sorrow

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