I ponder


Do you exist

At all...?

Have I created you?
At some point did my imaginings become reality?

Or do you actually take walks down to the seaside
Do you throw stones out past the breakers where the water is deep and dark
               or  was that I dream I had once last October



I fear reaching out to touch
Then I will learn the truth
Will my fingers find warm flesh
Or pass through a shadow of my own invention

                                                      ­        In truth it does not matter...for if you are a ghost I am quite happy                       to be forever haunted
                                                         ­   but if  you are flesh and bone let me lie next to you and spend a while feeling your heart beat beneath my finger tips

Eyes that glow amber
A vision in September

         Lovely Shade, I am captured eternal in your phantasm

He shakes the snow from his fur and tastes the air

A young boy leans against an oak
A rusted sword at his side


The wolf leaves the warmth of his den

(They listened to the old man around the fire
His words hang in the air...)

The wolf bares his yellow teeth

The boy would lie beneath the stars
Imagining the tales
Heracles wounding even the gods

The metallic lure of blood. Skades' perfume was heavy on the morning fog

He slept and drempt
He was in the vale again
Leaning against the old oak
His father's words were harsh-
Only a coward would run from such a glorious death


The hunger was, unbearable now
The wind pulled at his hair




In the cold early morning fog
The spear was heavy, but he was strong
The sword was rusted, but he had cunning



They were alone in the valley
Where the morning fog will never lift

We are lost in the tide
just a few feet from shore.
We are swamped by the size of the sky.
We are fickle and frail
and I've never felt more
like it won't matter how much we try.

I am lonely and loved
and exhaustedly glad
for a few simple minutes of rest,
so I looked to you with
what small fervor I had,
while I stood with my conscience undressed.

You were so full of hope
that we might get away,
but as time passes, so do our dreams.
There I saw in your eyes
all the fear and dismay,
with your heart torn apart at the seams.

It was so cold that day,
sitting still in our home.
It was early as midnight could be.
But the wanderlust shrieks
as the memories roam,
with the mind drifting out to the sea.

I was swept with the tide
washing out from the land,
and it carried me into the deep.
When I got there, I found
there was nowhere to stand,
so I laid down and drifted to sleep.

You were lost in the stars
looking down at the world
with the moon passing by overhead.
You were ground to a halt
as the whole planet twirled,
and you missed everything that I said.

The patch of plaster at the bed side
I hear the cries you cannot hear
For I am cursed or blessed to be
The architect of my own fate
    If things were not so heavy
If the veins were not so deep
  The shadow of my doorway is long on the floor
I sleep curled beneath the barred window
My back against the wall. Do not let those shadows touch me.
The screams are unholy
Words inhuman
One night I will fly from here
I will walk through the locked doors
Above me flourescent lights will shatter
I will leave scorched footprints
On the white tile
I will sleep among the unworthy again
And when they find deepest sleep
I will take them from their beds

Sad day, dreams his night,
                           daydreams wistful, drain in to her.
           forlorn  night, longing blindly for light,
                            is  not allowed to express her wish aloud,
                she is forbidden from daydreaming
                                                for ever, by mother  nature.

Rums got me runnin'
back into those arms.

Behind them
head light eyes,
lies
a different story.

This fifths got me
walkin' the plank.
"Captains" orders.