atop the glistened mirror top
where the sky projects on this mirrored  surface
clouds and limitless
floats a small girl almost flower like
lotus pearl white arms pirouette
a flowered world on a
polished pond a vision
of graphene serenity
stronger than anything
like looking at melting suns
starbursts and signatures
of Greek gods acclaim
la fleur so small
grandiose
beauty stemmed
perfectionist
floating proud
independent
an image
glowing
sincere
just there

I long for
   the sanctuary of sleep,
             my palm, relaxed,
      upon your heart
head nestled
      into the crook
            of your kindness,
slow strokes of tender
shelter from
the storms within
             thunder quelled into gentle
                as the stars fill my bones
       leading me into
forests of sweet, dark
replenishment
   scent of pine
         and loamy moss
             over my body,
forming a green –quilted
blanket of tiny-budded love
my fingers planted deep
into the cooling soil,
sprouts unfurling
crickets in night chant
fireflies a-whirl
and the bond
in our  
veins, delicate fronds
                intertwined yet      
                       giving space
                   to breathe,
simply breathing
lungs expanding
in the cracked
wood tranquil
of mountain air
hushed rush  
For now,
through panes of glass
          the moon
                 casts a watchful eye
                              caressing my
                          sadness with
            her woven strobes
                                        of
                                light

From
An open cage of aberrance crow
the secrets that torment the globes
of doctored equilibrium
watching for that taci-turning
vital sign of change
that onyx collared stare that
needs to drift the dared bubonic lanes
alone.

to skirmish with those corvids
flown from aviaries of reckoning.
To meet with past life memories
in some overrun Gethsemane of
remembrance and shame.

And you know that I am waiting ...

...a warm malaise of liberty that spiders
at the corner of your crumbling resolve
I know  the colour of your squalor,
horoscopes of hopeless coping
written by your every sign and sealed.

I deal in escapology.

I, Corvus Medicinae,
am a Gentleman of medicine.

I shall lace the flavours for your taste
so you will think no more of me.

Until I let you go.

The heavens now gone
The worlds ashen and barren
The great foe defeated
But at the cost of the earth

Longingly do I stare
Into the empty night sky
Contemplating my mistakes
And the shadows of the past

I must carry on
For all those myriads lost
Set the very moon back
Into its perfect orbit

Though my children are gone
I will wait patiently
Eons if I must
For them to return to me

It’s the most important of the day
eat the fruit of the hens that lay
start with OJ, take a swig
how about the belly of a pig

Salted, smoked and sugar cured
pancakes with maple syrup poured
how about sausage seasoned with sage
it gets better with some age

Fried potatoes would be just fine
start the day great rise and shine
biscuits and gravy keeps you full
how about some apple juice, take a pull

Oatmeal, cream of wheat, malt-o-meal
the price is right what a steal
with butter and cinnamon what a treat
eggs benedict, you cannot beat

A loaded omelet is the best
especially with salsa from south west
tacos or burritos filled with the kitchen sink
wash it down with coffee to drink

Soup for breakfast, menudo's the one
top with Cilantro, will sell a ton
toast with Jelly, by the gram
so many flavors to choose of jam

Texas shaped waffles in the dawn
that’s one way to stifle a big yawn
up and at-em, was told by dad
was asleep, but won’t be sad

Cause its breakfast time