spring

spring, garden awakes
black earth tumbles and tumbles
robins are happy

Crowns Of Wild Flowers

shed no tear for me
sigh no sigh for me
the dead can not taste
the sweetness of your tears
nor feel the breath of your sighs
long not we soon will meet again

but go and while you may
braid honeysuckle and weave
wild flowers for raven black hair
feel the summer meadows with laughter
and glee, think no more of me my love
for in time I will greet you again

Haiku My Heart

from this I am born
in a cosmic cloud of glory
ever more part of you

Melanie

Time of Birth

slowly the earth warms
while gentle April rain falls
waking sleepy buds

The Hidden Place

far from the sea shore
exist a hidden place
those that seek it are blind

hidden in brambles and bush
deep in it's dark spell only
the lost souls find it's peace

the abbey of St. Michael lies in
haze and mist for all all but the lost
upon your knees you may find forgiveness

an open heart is sought
the abbey is a resting place for the weary
a womb for the sorrowful

Oh, The Moon Light

Oh, the moon light ripples
the dark deep coldness of the ocean
memories surge back and forth with the tides

here,here he love me in the moons glow
with a passion so deep and unknown
here he left me with the the outgoing tide

forever lost in the waves that draw
lost forever taken from my arms
lost to me as the moon sets

Tired Of Life

I grow tired of it
the living of day to day
I hear the mourning dove

so sad so alone
he searches for a true love
and yet can find none