LET me not dwell on a perfect dream,
    By a Lover’s pain;
But only adjust my everlasting plight -
    So it may arrive again.

I have no LIFE other than this,
And to lead it here -
By the back of thy hand,
Dispelled me to tear.

Tie me to your hanging tree!
Start the action anew,
Our life cannot be -
Where your sorrows are few.

Poor little LIGHT!
      Did they burden thee?
Oh, shine! - Shine into the night for me!

Proud little Light!
      Did thou tear a sea?
Tear the pain! - Tear the pain!

Broken little Light!
      Angels will not break thee.
Flicker for me? - Flicker for me?

Joyful little Light!
      Shine thy glory for me,
Unto the hanging tree; where their heart shall be.

I LIVE with him,
      On every dying day;
Until it's sundown,
      Calls my own decay.

Only foreboding is the Love of mine,
      A divine right that he;
Painted the seas invisible,
      No marriage granted me.

I live with him,
       I stand alive today;
Behold the melancholy,
       Of our dying decay.

Teach me the Time -
       That counts our days;
For our Love is darkness,
       In a sagacious haze.

I LIVE with him,
    On every dying day;
Until it's sundown,
    Calls Death's decay.

Only foreboding is the Love of mine,
    A divine right that he;
Painted the seas invisible,
    No marriage granted me.

I live with him,
    I stand alive today;
Behold the melancholy,
    Of our Death's decay.

Teach me the Time -
    That counts our days;
For our Love is endless,
    In a darkened maze.

LORD, I present thee not the tears -
    That froze out in the cold;
I bring thee the Heart of Darkness,
    That was only Fool's Gold.

Lord - Dampen the Black Roses,
     That ceased to grow;
Upon my Spring of Sorrow -
     Tell me Lord; what love do I know?

LORD, I present thee not the tears -
    That froze out in the cold;
I bring thee the Heart of the Dark,
    That was only Fool's Gold.

Lord - Dampen the Black Roses,
     That ceased to grow;
Upon my Spring of Sorrow -
     Tell me Lord; what love do I know?

To LOSE thee; is my gain,
     With hearts anew -
In Sorrow's only reprieve,
     I found the Angel's dew.

My love is written in sand,
     Drowned in their sea -
For no Beauty in this land,
     Will make a Lover of me.

MADNESS divine, is this weary night;
To the faintest eyes -
Shimmers the darkest sadness.
‘Tis is the dreary eve,
Where Darkness prevails;
Alas - you are sane.
Death is a prison,
Handled with a chain.

Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me,
Even behind my dying breath -
I don't think I shall ever see,
Through our midnights dreary,
A poem as lovely as he -
Collar me teary.
He is much like a summer's day,
And my eyes are nothing like its sun -
When he embraces me in May,
Near the rivers that run.
O Love, Love; wherefore art thou Love?
My crystal dove?
My heart to joy at the same tone -
And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone.

And what MIGHT moves the tallest mountain?
What finesse may it hold?
Only the strongest of Love -
May be so bold.


And what night shall she sing?
What might shall the bell toll?
For only the mightiest Love -
Is pure of Soul.

MINE by the divine right of Kings correction!
Blessed I am by his royal seal! -
Within his Love selection,
That no Thief may steal.

Thou is mine - here in vision;
Veto Death's repeal -
Dated, titled - with perfect precision!
And forevermore be mine, while the ages kneel!

I have but the most MODEST desires;
For what lies in heaven -
And within my words they lay,
A soul; broken in Eden.

But what wrought my prayers?
What would suffice?
I found but just one Desire -
That the Lord may entice.

Alas - upon God I prayed -
“Oh, Great Lord, I request for thee;
Grant me a heathen of yours,
For anyone but me.”

A smile writhed upon His brow -
His holy light faded;
The ghouls danced around me,
Their smiles jagged and jaded.

I exited the temple that dreary night -
My prayer was lost,
The stars shined upon it;
And God - shined embossed.

That weary instant arrived;
A tale for a Maiden’s Grave,
Spoke he, “Whom you may ask,
Shall be there on your final enclave.”

Thus, a shiver; and a look upon the skies,
Within the ominous wind -
As not a cloud laid above,
And no star remained aligned.

Just in nine MONTHS time,
Thou will be brought to life -
Prithee mine heart sublime,
Into the seas so rife.

Right in front of me,
For a couple of weeks,
Below the giving tree -
Next to Heaven's creeks.

I'll hold thou in my hands,
Nevermore than truth -
My unmade plans,
Written in sand.

Come slowly, Heaven!
My lips are for thee,
When the months are seven -
My delicate bee.

Reach late my flower,
Hold tight to my thumb -
From your unborn tower,
The Chamber that hums.

The MOON is distant from the sea,
On this midnight dreary,
Where we are thine and thee -
Until we are weary.

He never misses my eye,
When we meet our hands -
Crystalline as the sky,
Along appointed Sands.

Oh, Love, thine hand;
Is mine own distant sea -
Under the Moon's land,
Thine and thee.

MY valor is my doubt,
     His Love is my fear,
My utmost qualities -
     To him; lowly appear.

Lest I improve,
     For his beloved need;
The highest King -
     Shall speak his loving creed.

Chain me to my abhorrent abode,
     Of his discontent -
At the Altar of the church,
     Unto my sacrament.

There; in the horizon of the furthest state,
    Speaks the death of the Holy Gate;
No roads lead to the desert of wonder,
    Except for the mirage just yonder,
In the eyes of this humble crystal tear -
    So these misfortunes may lowly appear -
To march the band out of it’s bay,
    For a sound was not made - on the dying day.

Our NIGHT was wide -
With just a single star,
Above the shore's tide,
Where Angels watched from afar.

Breezy Autumn Eve,
With its Heavenly brush,
Painted our reprieve -
A Scarlet Blush.

Not a Soul went abroad -
To cease the Drums,
That gently applaud,
Under your thumbs.

Feel the fire stoke,
Beneath your grasp -
Donning Love's cloak,
Prithee me to gasp!

Now the Swans Sing,
Within Love's Gown -
The Serenity Spring,
Where I Drown.

Of blood and beauty
The northern lights shine
Winding in it’s colors
Dancing with itself
To eternal love psalms -

Without a concern for chivalry
To the world, or unto me,
Let the lights paint my heart
With dashes of validity
Till’ my petals falter,
Away from my black rose,
Away from the world,
Away from their ignorance and doubt

Festivities are benign;
Empty and hollow
Bury them til’ my doomsday
A time far from now
Beneath colored skylights
That only love may allow.

OF all the souls that Angels create,
I have been blessed with one -
Who kindly opened his gate,
To shine his Morning Sun.

Of when that Time was -
I hearken to his gentle hand,
And it's beckoning applause,
Written in the sand.

Of the warring on that front,
I take the Banner of thee
And after Love's stunt -
I'll drag it down with me.

ONE blessing had I -
    Of only thee,
Under morning's gaze,
   At the Tranquil Tree.

In this one dream,
   I cast my prayer;
To Heaven's gleam,
   For inner bliss.

Give me no more of the cold -
   That freezes my Love,
Phantasms of my soul,
   And grounds the crystal Dove.

This Heaven below Heaven above,
    Clouded by his Rain -
Love's longitude lavished it's lull,
    This Judgement cured it's Pain.

One joy is diverse;
    One Paradise must defer,
One tear is a flood;
     I speculate no more.

I am an addict -
For your pain
Your love,
Your roses,
Your touch;

I am a house of cards -
Full of pain
I fall apart
Like rain

But you -
Are to blame
For my;

Addiction to pain

‘Twas a long PARTING through Death's Time,
Before the judgement of Angels divine -
Beneath the wedding bells that chime,
Within love’s mortal rhyme.

The lovers soon met,
In heaven’s thickening haze -
And beneath his threat,
Love remained in her gaze.

Lifetime sat upon their mantle,
The memories they held -
That strife could ne’er dismantle,
Through the Times they Weld.

Was the bride e’er like this?
Paradise’s mortal host?
Forever in bliss -
With his dying ghost.

PROUD of my forsaken heart from thee;
      Proud of the pain from the Valley of Unrest,
Proud of the times at his behest -
      Not to partake my Love - My Clarity.

There is a Puppet Master,
  Who strings her spirit,
Silences her melody;
  Taketh her merit.

There is a Puppet Master,
   Of the ethereal plane;
A Soul of Thieving Spirit,
   Dead for their mortal Dame;

There is a Puppet Master,
    Closing his show -
For just one Spirit,
    Scalped by a Damsel aglow.

Laid to rest,
Sentenced to perish -
Spirits of Divine manifest,
To show me the light again.

Calling to me;
The angels bellow their hymn,
Once more across my coffin;
My wallowing reprieve -

A tear rains down -
For the song of the heavens,
Breaking the jewels
Of the burdening crown.

I've seen roses damasked red and white -
None art like the delight of her cheeks;
But no such Roses;
May cure the breath this mistress reaps.
There art roses by the creek,
But none shall e'er match the sheen;
That lies upon her cheeks,
My reddened Queen.
             Alas, of all the Time; I have only thine -
             To dedicate this rhyme; my loving crime.

THERE thou came upon a summer's day
With your dedication to me -
The sweet Saint of May,
Love's revelation is he.

The sun shall shine upon thy brow,
The aroma of Spring's flowers blew -
The serenity solstice we bow,
To make things anew.

Yet our time weighed heavy,
With not a word spoken,
Guarded by love's levee -
The heart's token.

Thou shut the doors of the tomb -
Forbidden to people of lore,
Immortal from its doom,
Turned to love for evermore.

The Hours ticked along,
By Time's sheer will -
The dying swan's time song,
Our hearts, stood still.

Alas! - When time hath failed,
Penanced without a sound -
And my heart has exhaled,
Your bond, I hath found.

Past the tyranny that may rise,
Against the stars above my grave -
Let them shimmer in your eyes,
To cherish the love thou shall pave.

My loving RIVER runs to thee,
Sorrow's sea, shalt thou welcome me?

My loving river awaits thine eyes,
Gentler than Summer's skies.

I’ll fetch thy beating heart,
And hold it to my own - never to depart.

Hold back thy river!
O! - Cease my shiver!

Against the clashing tides,
I shall lament thee, with teary eyes.

O! - Hold back the river’s tide!
For once, be by my side!

Alas! - Sorrow's sea!
Sweep me away, to love’s decree.

I see a ROSE down by the creek,
In the valley of grazing sheep -
But those roses against her cheek,
Shall see her weep.

Her fingers fumbled in Love,
Where the Needle may Sew -
The feathers of her Dove,
With Dreams anew.

I spy a Garden upon her cheek,
That bore another Rose -
In his Gentle creek,
Where her Water froze.

The Swans sang of her Rose,
In their immortal Tune -
Where the Dove goes;
Blessing the Moon.

'Twas my spring of youth in that lot
That now haunts my mind by that spot
Of which I could not love less -
Wonderful loneliness,
Of the lake's Serenity gown,
With nature circled 'round.

But when Death hath reached its grasp
Upon Serenity's water - poured into his flask,
The sadistic sagacious wind went by
Murmuring the funeral cry -
Then - I finally awake -
To the terrors of Serenity Lake.

Yet I persist that it was not fright!
Simply Death's delight -
Fueled by the Void of Sorrow,
Pierced by Serenity's arrow -
No! - This Love I must define!
The trip to the lake, of thee and thine.

O! - Death's grasp laid in that voracious wave,
Enticing Serenity to be my eternal grave,
Upon that very fatal spot -
Where the two children rot.
For no soul shall ever make,
A Heaven out of Serenity Lake.

SHE rose to his towering rule,
The plaything of his life -
Love's rusting tool,
Of husband and wife.

She hath paid her heart's due -
Once struck by Death's love bow,
Her senses laid few,
Far from what she used to know.
Her heart lays upon Death's trail,
Bleeding endless waves -
Forevermore without fail,
Until she meets the graves.

Love she missed in the new day,
Of glorious awe -
Under the showers of May,
Her beating heart still raw.

Unmentioned tensions galore,
In that home just down the road,
The marriage they both bore -
Where blood soon flowed.

Alas, the man's mind!
Possessed was he,
By Death's kind -
To forever torment she.

Bleak stormy dreary eve,
Where an ominous draft -
Set Death's yarn to weave,
Death's conniving craft.

Spirits had swallowed he,
Consuming his soul -
And burdening she,
So the funeral bells may toll.

This phantasm he may abide,
Love's ending scythe -
Against her butchered hide,
The forces Death may writhe.

And behind that home,
Just down the little road -
The blood may roam,
For the marriage she abode.

I went to SLEEP with a Diadem -
Upon my hand;
The Valley of Serenity held Prosy,
During that wedding grand.

I awoke from Sleep -
When the Gem was Gone from my hand;
And now I weep,
With Sorrow at my command.

A SOLEMN thing it was,
      To see a woman white as can be,
And wear, under forbidden bells of melody,
      Her hallowed gown of mystery.

Such a timid thing to drop a life,
       Into the wedding's well;
A well so bottomless, that it shall return -
       Eternity until.

A SOLEMN thing it was,
    To see a woman white as can be,
And wear, under forbidden bells of melody,
    Her hallowed gown of mystery.

Such a timid thing to drop a life,
    Into the wedding’s well;
A well so bottomless, that it shall return -
    Eternity until.

My heart must be a SPARROW,
    Because it flies!
My heart must be mortal,
    Because it dies!
Hang that Sparrow from the tree!
    Ah, my sweet Heart,
Why do you burden me?

I found a SPIRIT down in the meadow,
Just by the fireside on New Year’s night;
    I held his words to my chest.
“When there ever is a sea of Love,
Hold your gaze into it’s eyes.”

And two days past the four scores of End,
As I breathed February’s Air,
    Donning the Queen’s Gown;
The spirit came around the bend -
“Love for the Maiden so fair,
Who’s loveship; in the sea went down -
And are you happy now?”

I found a SPIRIT down in the meadow,
Just by the fireside on New Year’s night;
    I held his words to my chest.
“When there ever is a sea of Love,
Hold your gaze into it’s eyes.”

And two days past the four scores of End,
As I breathed February’s Air,
    Donning the Queen’s Gown;
The spirit came around the bend -
“Love for the Maiden so fair,
Who’s loveship; in the sea went down -
And are you happy now?”

SPLIT the Ring to find Serenity,
   Gold, Gold! - Fool's Gold!
Burdened by the Oracle of Mourning,
   A tired tune of the Cold.

Loosen the flood; Part the seas!
   And pave the road for me?
Send a Melody into our Scarlet skies;
   Prithee; gift me a Symphony?