Truly and deeply
Beyond sad, I press bruised lips
Upon the marble
Curve of your neck and breast
Touching only memory

With each sweet moment
That you share my company
Lips softly smiling
Caressing me with your eyes
You fill me with a tempest

We dreamt together
Neath the cobalt sky
Warm waves drenched our feet

Old, bent cherry tree
Blossoming above dark pond
Petals float brightly

Along the winding brook side
There limped a dying knight
Helm cracked and eyes fixed wide
He stumbled without sight

From far away he had come
For glory and for crown
But now he heard a drum
That marched him surely down

Falling to his knees he sighed
"Forgive me that I cry
My Lady love, my bride
But I do not wish to die."

The sun rose up the next day
And there beneath the brush
A cold stiff body lay
Sung over by a thrush

Now listen to me my friend
There is no great glory
To meet a hero's end
In some bard's sad story

No shandy drinking
Ivory tower pedants
Will dictate to me

For I am the King!
The power and the glory!
And I eat Babies!

My dear Grandfather
You were always there for me
Calm and assuring
So it was a pleasant shock
To see you in my mirror

All that nattering
And existential ennui
Please shut up, Shut Up!
And take a look around you
Everyday is precious

Why do I love her
I could write you thick volumes
But they would fall short

Autumn's light was fair
Bright, crisp, clear, with subtle warmth
Cycled up then down

She guides him to her
Silently and urgently
Outside, rain falls hard
Cars make wet pavement hisses
And sirens wail through the night

Buffeted by winds
Blind, within my chrysalis
Pulsing as I crawl
Through dense clouds full of rain
Always looking for a flame

Monochrome landscape
Too subtle to perceive well
Looming dark-ling shapes
Seeping nocturnal spectra
But above, stars incandesce

Dry rusty brown leaves
Feet make crackles and whispers
Alone with my thoughts

So dark is this path
Hands out, I stumble on it
Reaching for the moon

To one and to all
Living on this tiny ball
Racing round the sun
I wish for you, happiness
With peace, love and justice true

Fall comes and harvest
Fields lay pregnant and heavy
Full of baby spring

Cosmologists ask
Is the Universe concious?
Why yes! You and me!

Silver horizon
Clouds stretched across it's bright arc
Black cutouts of ships
Within the fluorescent glow
Like thoughts in my mind's furnace

O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
O, and then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen.

Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale,
The sweetest singer in all the forest quire,
Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love's tale:
Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier.

But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo;
See where she sitteth; come away, my joy:
Come away, I prithee, I do not like the cuckoo
Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.

O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green;
And then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen.

Soft blue shadows
On deep and fleecy snow
Hiding what's beneath it's blanket

Soft blue shadows
Beneath the dead grey sky
A tiny cabin sits snowbound

Soft blue shadows
Through barbwire brambles I
Stare to see if life is within

Soft blue shadows
As from the brick chimney
Thin dark smoke is falling straight up

Soft blue shadows
Within a small landscape
So familiar, so remote

When I was a boy
Visiting my Grandfather
Foghorns filled my dreams