Failing grace ,
vapidlust in a
Vanguard of light .

A tolling bell
filling the hours
with the melody
of the color of art .

Moist green moss
on a deadfall log
jealousy in the age
of marrow.

Floating through the
eye of the wolf
into the farms ,
forests and fields .

Trying to see past
that fog on the mirror
to a beauty most desired.

To kneel in the water
and rise again born
to a new world .

A quickening of the undertow,
happiness as intense as pain
slips beneath the waves .

How do you sleep
when your dreams
cast shadows on
the innocent.

Fewer rewards
than number nine.
Flags in the fields
raised high over
forsaken vows .

The guarded moon
crested
the sliding, sad , singing dunes
and the sorrow filled bell
Tolled and tolled
and tolls still .