In wolf’s lair,
Will you be?
There to meet me
and greet me
With salutations free
I can see your eyes now
soften with sadness, somehow
But then,
Like the howl of the wind
There you stand,
without fear
You reach for a hand
You will not fail this time
For here your future
Awaits you,
In wolf’s lair,
The glory of your dignity

Morning’s child
And poet’s rhyme,
Etched on your face
The contours of your grace
aristocrat  born
With kisses mourn
The passing of life
Your only destiny

Beautiful man of the ages
Beautiful passion of the sages
You who threw  your courage
In wolf’s lair,at the villain’s outrage

You have won in your defeat
Carried the burden of this feat
Neither the moon in its dark haze
Can forget the intensity of your gaze

Lay your weary mind now,
In wolf’s lair, the cry  has sounded
glasses wildly strewn
Across the earth’s floor,broken
The valkyrie have chosen
Your name they have spoken


You will fight with reason
You, a hero for all season
vaguely a whisper in December
born in sweet November,
dying in July,
On your lips was a cry
Long live
Long live
Forever you shall live
Like the waves in the sea
Like the leaves of a tree
Everlasting in your sleep,
There, the hero will no longer weep

Will you meet me ?
One last time,
In wolf’s lair, the valkyries’ nests
Gently smile upon this solemn memory
That shall forever nurture
And grow in love,
It can never die
And you will  never die,
One last look my hero ,before you go
Into the sky,
Into spirits high
Mark my soul with the breath of your
Silent song,
Pictures of your face
Give me strength to grow
And to glow…
You will always be….
My hero
You will always be,
My love….

flutter by
oh butterfly!
spread those wings,
go fly
into the mid-morning sun..
there your inner beauty
can not help
but truly shine

out of this world
into the silence of space
align your soul
with the passion
of your young life
you are now free of any strife.

promise me a kiss,
in your spiritual bliss
may you not forget
those who loved you
without regret
who now are grieving
upon your leaving...

in life, you have graced us
with the beauty of your face
we did not always understand...
at times we sneered
and we jeered
at times we clapped and cheered

but one thing's certain
you gave us cause
to stop and turn
you made us laugh and wonder
you made our thoughts wander

rest gently now
sweet butterfly
your sorrows are
no longer your sadness
we shall remember
this undying ember
the day you were born
in November

sleep in your dreams
peace in you ,gleams
your eyes will never close
into our hearts
always remain close......

The night has its allure
The contrast of the light
Against the dark
Where faces become blurred,.
Intentions hide in truth
Walking in shadows
Unknown steps….
Leading to nowhere,
And taking a chance….

Misty eyes that sparkle,
blue in color pale
Sunshine in your smile
Gestures flowed with wine
Like a chameleon
You came one night….
And then disappeared
Out of sight….

Who are you?
Lovely lady of the night,
Black be your color
Blue be your life,
Crimson the sky
That watched you go by,
Never to return
From shadows engulfed
Fragrant dahlia a lifeless scent…
We’ve never known you
But know you all too well…

Your story is common
The beginning and the middle
At best,
But in the end the mythic tragedy
Turns its horns upon the beast….
What can we do the least…
But to run and run and run
Try to find you
Try to find the devil in you
Try to slay the slayer
The lavender avenger….

May you rest in peace, sweet child
The pieces scattered forth
In grasses strewn
with blood, invisible..
The essence of your
Tortured mind and
Myriad soul…
Many men have chased
their dreams of you
The blue eyed black
dahlia of the night

What prevailed is the secret,
Weary light….
Who begs to shine on your grave
Because in you, no one can save…..
But you haunt us far and near….
Like the waters muddy clear..

So farewell, oh lovely lady
Let the dahlia rest upon your hair
After all these years you are still fair
After all these years, we still do care….
Longing for your eyes that dare…
Shine the light on darkness lair….

You will never be forgotten
But your mystery remains…
Your epitaph shall read…
"She’s a star, a shimmering light,
And forever spreading, shining bright…."

Lost in the day
For the night’s
Chief bound captive
Wandering soul
In the morrow of doom
Love of the flame
Inscribed in a name
Heaven with mercy
Had given this fame

Wonderful feeling
Send strolling the air
Hide not in secret
To this, where I came
In colorful ribbons
To wrap all my gains
To touch all that drops
In winter gold rains

Love then, I shall
This wandering soul
Whose body is free
And can never be owned
By what right I should
Though eager I would
Passing in time
Forgotten in rhyme

Foregoing the consequence
Ne’re regretting the care
Neither remaining
In silver chain’s swell
That which was lost
For whatever the cost
To fallow a lead
And carry this deed

To wandering souls
To mortal time’s fare
Just for a share
In want and in bear
Give me one moment
Or give me but none
For this be the soul
I’ll offer the sun

Return to the clock
Whose hands I would lock
Are then to shock
And fate there to rock
In solid solitude
I dare not arrest
This impossible quest
That I must possess

A toast to thy presence
Without all pretense
Inverting the past tense
In measures immense
Thee be that wandering soul
That maketh me whole
Direct thee but one role
And safe in my lap
A bird that is free
Of the gilded restraint

For to covet a soul
Which I can not deny
Nor pardon for faults
I am not to blame
If I love a being
That God hath create
No matter what package
He be present
Is to love the morning sun
That quench this request…..

To this wandering soul
I lay at his feet
Submitting my past
My present and all
The I rest my case
And let my life fall
On the lap of this one man,
This wandering soul……….

the easiest words to say
are the hardest to live by
mere words they are ,
and yet,
could very well remind us
of our fallibility
and inability
to hang on every word
we ever spoke in promises

we often say
"I love you"...
we hear it now and then....
the soft tones
our voices emit
are, in reality,
only that...
with nothing else to spare

the hardest words to live by
are the easiest to understand
but how can they be said
with truth conquering lies
when the eyes connive with hearts
to allow lips to
utter mere syllables
bereft of meaning and
lasting joy
that it's true pronunciation can evoke....

tender stories to me told
of  yet  another conquest
far so bold
I see their lined faces
not so old,
intensifying heat in
eyes that are cold

I shall always be in love with my Mujahideen
the most courageous man
I have ever seen
wild  beats of heart
they have come to mean
colorful bursts of  flowers
to match fields
that are green

faith to survive
the rule of the hand
praise for the songs
that echo in the sand
fighters whose children
were born for the land
take away the pain that
comes with the brand

I see his wings preparing
for a flight
I see his glow consuming
in the night
eclipsing the sorrow
and the terrible fright
My Mujahideen stands
supreme in the light

I am flying up to love
Soaring high upon the heavens
I can not fall into love
For love can not spiral
And tumble to the ground..
It moves upward to perfume
The air of it’s mist and magic
It lives to guide the stars in their
Twinkling warmth and brilliant glow..

Any definition of love
Will surely be met with
Utter failure
For love itself is its own definition
No measure of words can reason
Its existence into being
No science nor art can definitely declare
That love is this or love is that…
It is neither here or neither there…
But love fills the heart and feeds
The soul of beauty everlasting…,
Of peace that reigns in the bounty of nature…
A canticle of colors that can not be seen
But can be felt by the nakedness of the human
Vision…
Like the breathtaking display of the northern lights
That captures one’s imagination and attention…
A certain calm that possesses
A sort of liberation from the drudgery of this world…

So love only for love’s own sake
And do not equate love with material
Things or possessions..
For love indeed, can conquer,
If it conquers at all…
And there is nothing more that one needs
If one is to live
A happy and fulfilled life
Than  to love fully and truly and be truly and fully
Loved in return