I beheld you once, oh deceitful goddess, blessed passion’s blight
You were dancing, splendid Ishtar, whose wiles no man may evade
Who’s burning eyes, those entrancing pools of gold, can set men’s souls alight
At who’s dainty feet, to her uncouth delight, the blacken corpse is laid

And I, being no mighty atlas, was swayed by your intoxicating dance
I was caught and bound, to one whose beguiling eyes to me were as a snare
And though it was she, my mortal love, not you, who held me in a trance
I was you, oh Aphrodite, with your amorous charms, that lead me there!

Surely, you foul siren, whose voice does strand the sailor out at sea
Do not as well bring love and solace to some unhappy soul?
Tell me, who brings true love, Aphrodite?
Or are you two as faces on a coin, disparate yet together whole?

An endless pasture spills out into the horizon,
Like the limitless expanse of the ocean
I can see the ships
Who raise sail on this sea of grass.

Floating gently on a sage-scented breeze
With sails full of thunder
The flotilla of storm clouds ever closer
To the place where I lie on my back
Listening to the crickets flee

My mid is adrift, caught up in the riptide of the moment
Lost to the waves of rain sweeping over me
I send no message in a bottle
I smile as the rain comes down
Content to be
Lost at sea

The rain against my window whispers wistfully in my ear
Telling me the sweet, simple story of a river yet unborn
A cool breeze in the misty morn
I hear the grass growing to the pitter patter beat
As the drops drum on the pane
And in that ringing melody
I hear the rainstorm sing to me
Of a rainbow soon to be,

Sing for me so soft and sweet
A song to hold inside

Until the next time we two meet
And as one abide

Walk with me a while now
And let me hold your hand

Please know I will return somehow
And walk with you again

Stand by me forevermore
And when we two must part

Wait for me by celestial shore
and hold me in your heart.

It stretches out before me.
Crystal blue  and shining like silver
The lake so clear and blue.
From the high hill I can see it
A huge and unknowable expanse,
So very like the sky it mirrors.
Clouds float through deep blue water,
Moving over the surface like the slender water gliders
Sliding across some tiny puddle.
Through which I so carelessly tread.

What glorious things,
What magics of the universe,
Have I so pointlessly destroyed?
Trampled underfoot like some unknowing goliath
Even while some small, enthralled viewer,
Did revel in it, as now I revel in clouds upon the lake?

For in the eye of a passing ant,
Is not the sight of watergilders on a puddle,
So small to our eye.
Not as grand as the vista I now see?

Pins and needles sinking deep into soft skin



Every word, every harsh muttering pushes a little deeper.



I bleed, and scream in agony,



But my injury is nothing you can see,



Buried deep inside of me.



My tortured form is from without unhurt,



And so my pain continues unabated,



And I go unaided for now and for all times.



For none will ever see what she is,



Or what she does to me,



And if they do they shut their eyes.



She weaves a pretty web of how I am the villain,



Such a pretty tapestry of lies.



And still I am the one who bleeds,



I scream within myself,



But all the others turn and comfort her,



And do not hear my cries.

The sky is red as are the trees,
standing tall and all around
Whose ochre leaves stir in the breeze,
in the wood just out of town.

I see the sun is sinking low,
and soon I must be home,
for beneath the darkened bough
No man may safely roam.

The autumn wood is full of fear,
To those who know it not,
They fear the wolf, they fear the bear,
And wonder why I do not.

I am undaunted by the bear,
For in his cave he sleeps.
When baleful howls cut through the air,
Silently away I creep.

For fear of something you don’t know
Can leave you truly dead,
So from autumn wood with hunter’s bow,
I draw my daily bread.

When winter’s wind is in their bones,
They’ll eat what I have brought them,
What I caught in here in the woods,
Of the waning autumn.