A SUMMER day's grace for thee,
     At the sublimity of dawn!
Melancholy melodies - tintinnabulation;
     Of the dew upon the grave's lawn.

For thee to gleam, I'll flood the stream -
     And let it runneth o'er;
Prithee me, Chivalry!
     Drown it - ah, forevermore!

A TITLE divine is mine,
For a Wife without
A second of the Lord's Time.
Set this Prison free,
Burdened onto me -
The Queen of Chivalry.
Royal is all but the
Crown -
Diadems of my Death.
A lake to Heaven opens,
When two eyes meet
A Crystal to Crystal -
Rebirth - Renaissance;
Clouded -
Just in moments
Of a Loving Victory -
Erased away,
With the Title

Of Wife,
      And Husband,
And on her mood's decay,
Breaking their melody,
In this life,
Is it ever her own day?

Serenity passed through the mountains,
Through green pastures,
Through a silver moon,
But my Love?

Passes through wars -
Falls in blood and tears,
Turmoil, and doubt;

But always -
Falling deeper in Love for you.

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.

I like to watch the wind -
Sweep away the troubles,
Sweep away the fallen,
Sweep away the doubts;

Complaining all the while;
With jealousy,
While the Wind -
May only rejoice.

Not with a SWORD is a heart slain,
       Not with the Angel's Tune;
Is a mirror of wonderment,
       That gleams in the Full Moon.

Lash at the Guardian Beast,
        Until it falls -
Collar them the noble,
        For the keys to the heart of the Doll.

Sagacious was the bird,
         That the maiden descried;
Just above the chamber,
         To the heart that died.

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?

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.

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.

HAVE a little butterfly in your heart?
Amidst a tiny garden of loving grace,
Where the angels never part -
And light shines upon thy face?

And the river of that garden shall flow -
Until the dying swans sing,
When the world is shattered with reddened glow.
Then - our love shall be their wing.

Have a little butterfly out in March?
Fluttering over the river's overflow?
Where the flowers never parch -
Far from the days we know.

And later in August we may lay,
Within the meadows of life -
Where thou is my summer's day,
And I remain the river's wife.

WHAT if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the sagacious gate -
And found my way to he?
What if I rested upon Heaven’s Loft,
Just under this December’s Frost -
To find Loving Liberty?

They cannot take us anymore -
Death may implore;
On the Blood in our Snow,
As laughter was Decades ago,
In the Valley of Bordeaux -
Or who died yesterday!

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.

A TITLE divine is mine,
For a Wife without
A second of Time.
Set this Prison free,
Burdened onto me -
The Queen of Chivalry.
Royal is all but the
Crown -
Diadems of my Death
God gives us gifts,
When two eyes meet
Crystal to crystal -
Rebirth - Renaissance -
Clouded -
Just in moments
Of a Loving Victory -
Erased away,
With the TITLE
Of Wife,
    “My Husband”
She shall say,
Breaking their melody,
In this life,
Is this the way?

I see FROZEN leaves;
Shimmering in the snow,
Reflecting the stars,
Entranced in their glow -

And the heart flutters down,
Like a frozen leaf;
With their glow fading away,
In a Winter motif.

Chivalry prevails all,
On this mired moonlit mascarade;
None may avoid its shadow,
None evade its pride.

Charity it ensures, of pride,
May channel it's empathy;
Through bells - Silver bells!
Carried with stride!

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?

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.

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.

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.

Because I could not stop for Death -
He kindly stopped for me -
The Moonlight held but just Ourselves -
And faux Immortality.

We ventured forth - Upon a Summer’s Day
Released of my pleasantries;
My Faith and My Culture,
For his Chivalry -

O’er to plains of Youth
Hath wrought the clouds of Rain -
O’er those fields of Disdain
Until the skies of Dusk;

Dusk yearned for Dawn
Amidst rainbows damasked of Gray -
To tears of Melancholy,
For all Eternity

IN thee I spot the lands of May,
The mountain's ice peak,
The stormy summer's day -
The crystal creek.

In that everlasting Love,
In the meadows where Angels play -
Shall we join our Dove,
Upon an August day?

From all beings we desire increase,
So our own garden may nev'r wilt,
Nev'r to falter with time decrease,
Fading in the folds of the quilt.
Bound only to thy own eyes,
I add flames to the fire, as mine own fuel
Burden'd by lamenting lies,
Thyself thy foe - so sweet and cruel.
Confront me with thy ascent,
To the sweetest serenity spring,
Where I shall inurn mine own content
And tender love, with the waste they bring.
        Pity this ordinary I abode, along with he;
        To englut his sagacious selfishness - by the grave and thee.

Love is an EXTERIOR to life,
     Interior to death,
Sublimity of madness - and;
     An Angel of breath.

ALTAR? Where the hills are.
The blessings of Angels from afar.
Falter? - Never under the sun!
Across the golden seas that run,
Where our love story -
Shall be questioned by thy glory,
In search of the perfect one.
Suffice? - Only when nature is done!
And the Doves cease to flutter.
Sweet as morning dew,
In questioning clutter,
My faith is far and few.

‘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.

IF you were coming in the Fall,
I'd ignore Serenity Spring
And falter Winter's call -
To the Summer's day that you bring.

If I could only see you in a Year,
I'd have Angels take us an Eternity -
Without a Minute to Fear,
In time's Serenity.

If only I could make Time stop -
When you slip the Ring on my hand,
So the Bells forever ring atop,
And Echo through the land.

If when our Life is gone,
And Death sends us away -
And the Swan sings her song,
Not far from thee, I shall lay.

Yet we falter Life's delicate wing,
And disturb its nest of glee -
Though our love may sing,
It will never reach Heaven's tree.

Beckoning, questioning,
Along paths of sand laden,
Laid the days of reckoning -
For Love's ocean horizon.

Those Summer hills beckon again,
For the man lost in Time -
In the meadows of eternity,
Distraught in Sorrow sublime.

The days of glorious chore,
Fall dead to the rays of their light -
And wash upon a ****** shore,
Next to the broken shadows of the night.

I CANNOT live with you,
Thy honor is my life's crux -
With worthy values few,
Forevermore, I am in flux.

Outwards onto Death's sea,
Travels our love's gentle grace,
Into the night with thee -
The heart's only key.

Yet our love is in vain!
My heart shall lay broken -
Never to remain,
The fatal decree spoken.

DOUBT me, my dim light!
And flicker with me into the night.
Why, the Lord would be forever content
If he could witness only a fraction of your love
Your embracing consent -
That pleases the forces above.
What more may a woman ask?
When her love shall shower thee -
To be immune to the Red Masque,
For all eternity.

It cannot be my faithful heart -
It cannot be my core,
It cannot be our time apart,
It shall not be the love we hath bore.
Have I, a humble maiden,
Faltered her loving prowess?
Thus, heartbreak - I am laden,
The destroyed Summer songstress.

The window opened,
In search of divine delight
- Only nothingness and despair;

The moonlight beamed,
Across a starry night
- With only eternal disrepair;

The waves crashed ashore,
With waves of the ocean blue
- Crystal blue!
Shining like the eyes,
That needed his repair;

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.

The WATER of New York,
Has flooded once more;
And I am upon a heart’s door,
Without a droplet to spare;

Yet fine Water; runs dry,
When a heart rains,
And not a droplet can be found
In the clouds of it’s sky.

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

I shall HIDE within Spring's flowers,
       And attach your love to my chest,
So it can ring to the highest towers -
Until my soul is put to rest.

I shall hide within Spring's flowers,
To forever fade from your gaze
And receive my rightful dowers -
A loneliness, without your praise.

I am a WIFE, finished at that,
On the other state -
I am Queen, at the throne I sat,
Love's burning stake.

O! - How odd this woman looks!
Behind Death's eclipse!
Where angels anchor their hooks -
For Heaven's love ships.

This being comfort's fair,
Her other state was pain -
But why compare?
I am but a wife - Stop there!

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.

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.

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 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?”