dreamlight scatters
refracted
reflected
among the mute acolytes
vested holy white
and carried on the breath
of Boreas
rushing to their places
twist
spin
tumble
so great a multitude they turn the horizon
to unfocused visions
gathered in deep synod
on sleet numbed earth
and burdened branches
stinging like frost sheathed fingers
the silence of the choir
in coniferous loft
robed with flurried splendor
of crystalline perfection
smothers all sound
on whispered wing
the owl glides
to the delusory pulpit
of a broken stump
the bell of the wind calls
to mute worship
in the winter of my heart
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
you are the circle
cast around the minutes and hours
when there is music
the moments
in which all things
align with truth
both the enormous
and infinitely small
remnants of time
overshadowing me
when I accumulate
before I return
to the wind
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
don’t give up on us now we’ve not yet begun
though we woke in the dark and hid from the sun
you say let’s keep the moon and let go the stars
you know in your heart they were meant to be ours
I’ve no hope without you so please tell me soon
is our love worth more than a brush ‘gainst the moon
here is all that I am my hopes and my dreams
all yours for the taking despite the world’s schemes
I live for your answer and will wait ever more
here alone with the sky on a bare lonely shore
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC
fleeing beyond the horizon
a retreating sun sets ablaze
the rigging of aerial galleons
vapor masted and cloudy hulled
running before the wind
with full sail aloft
they press in hot pursuit
their unobtainable quarry
the pale mountainous island of the moon
secure in her fortress
regards the fleet with haughty disdain
as they hurry past
endless blue waters of the sky
deepen towards black
and breakers
on the great reef of the Milky Way
come into view
the fleet softens
losing interest in the hopeless chase
the ships dissolve and stretch out thin
on the last gasp of the failing wind
day sweeps over the edge
of the diurnal shelf
passing from shallows of dusk
to the starlit deeps of night
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC
a poet's heart
is a thing of ink
pigmented with equal parts
hubris and anxiety
rage and hope
passion
and tears
narcissists filled with self loathing
composed of shouts inarticulate
and whispers of intricate craft
our thoughts and words rushing
through us
barely legible
defining our days
with explosions of fathomless obscurity
or flashes of visceral clarity
our nights consumed
in communion with paradise
while teasing secrets from the abyss
couplets and quatrains
providing us the space
to live
or to die
running breathless in free verse
we grasp at perpetuity
yet find ourselves doomed
to ephemeron
like the sky
we are rewritten each day
yet as the sky remains the sky
so do we remain
what we are
pages
in a book we can barely read
remaking and trimming
editing ourselves
to fit within the margins
of our paper souls
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
within the solitude of the dreadful span
of the blackened and bowed sky
the deep withered grass bends in the moonless dark
quieting the cold and murmuring earth
hushing her into fitful sleep
the air is hard
and the wind lacerates the night
razor incisions left behind
in the icy flesh of obsidian hours
open wounds howl like wolves
on the trail of prey in flight
I hunger for you
under the restless stars
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
no matter the cause
of your tears
whatever the hurt
which bruises your heart
for any terror
that haunts you
it is a grief to me
that you should suffer so
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 12:22 AM UTC
I sought to pierce the astral screen
discover things which lay unseen
existence layers to strip and peel
all cosmic secrets to reveal
with book and spell I tore the veil
beheld all things beyond the pale
creatures that rule the land of Leng
ghoul’s midnight feast, the yellow king
fungi that steal and eat men’s minds
horrors made gods that sit enshrined
the gates of mortal souls open wide
to blasphemous things that crawl inside
I descry the future’s dark corridor
where the stars are an endless sepulcher
and now I know my folly’s curse
my reason slips, my thoughts perverse
I must escape and look away
lest in this charnel house I stay
but I cannot stop through act of will
my vision seeks, strains further still
the last recourse causes gorge to rise
I must be free from these hell born eyes
the knife clutched in my shaking hand
I gouge and stab my sight be ******
and for a moment I am free
but then I am brought to my knees
o’ gods of pain and fear abhorred
my sight but clearer than before
all vision now within my mind
I would bless who could make me blind
with eyes which cannot close or hide
forever gazing and open wide
nor even death will seal them shut
on these horrors my soul must glut
my body fades I cannot die
and eternally through madness fly
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 10:15 PM UTC
she is light
I am shadow
the sun calls to her
and in return for her devotion
lives in her voice
gifts her
with his smile
allowing her the use of it
she invites his embrace
he marks her as his own
with tender bites across her shoulder
always she seeks him
in his radiant domain
is her joy
my shaded world
where I find comfort
chills her
the tenebrious realm
sings to me
in the key of solace
echoes in the darkened chambers
summon her fears
she shivers
I return her
to the warming luminance
our hands clasp
half in light
half in dark
connected across the boundary
we blend
into one
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC
paralytic skies
hold close their embrace
folding in
upon themselves
glaring
burning cobalt eyes
crushing
their despairing captives
whose hollow faces
drag the recalcitrant air
into the cavities
of spiritless lungs
blood and bone
test the bars
of their inherited prison
built with
walls of allegorical stone
they cast
their harrowed gaze
upward
prospecting for pay dirt
through tapped out veins
of hope
and love
in strip mined heavens
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 11:50 PM UTC