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

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

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

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

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

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

No shandy drinking
Ivory tower pedants
Will dictate to me

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

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

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

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

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

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.

f you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
  Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
  And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
  If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
  And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
  Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
  And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
  And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
  To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
  Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
  Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
  If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
  And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.

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