Michael

Michael Jun 2013

Hazy Day

Stumbling down the road
Before the mornings first glow,
I walked under the boughs after it poured
And in the mystical dawn it smelled of petrichor.

Blowing out from the caves of the sea-
****** whistles in the trees.
His daughter floats in the mist-
Brushing 'gainst my lips.

Finally, spring's warm bliss
Sprouts lush gardens with a soft kiss.
As happy as ever-
I wander down the road in a haze
through these Halcyon Days.

Michael Jun 2013

The Gallivant

Under a light Juniper mist,
I walked through the fields along a dusty road-
The sweet smell of colitas floating through the night air,
and the the trees sway without a care.

By the power of an ethereal potion,
I dreamed in perfect solitude
to a symphony of stars!

Running through lush fields
with periwinkle in my ear,
I listened to the night's nocturne.

Opening with a bellow from the carillons,
its sound danced about the sky in mystical bright dips and dives,
and birds of the twilight sing their arias in the day's last light,
while the wind whistles through the tall grasses.

Michael May 2013

A Night in Key

I dance about the pub, gliding-
To tell you true,
my only wish
was to sway with you.

We walked through the big blue door
into the cool night air,
bewitched by the music and the moon,
and the crisp smell of a spring rain.

You looked past me-
with sad eyes-
past the empty squares,
past the lovers in the alleyways,
past the dreamers at the balconies,
your eyes
betwixt and between
loathing and loving.

By the light of the moon
our duet changed keys,
you stepped closer to see

This is nice.

if holding onto me
like the sea hugs the shore

I like walking with you.

would bring you to the place
you had been looking for.

*Me too.

I'm not much of one for structure. Dabbling with it in future pieces, but as of now I am without a plan :)
It's funny, how strongly poets feel through their worlds.

Michael May 2013

Solace in Spring

Little girl
eyes shut
sitting with
the little blind boy.

Hands on her face,
the little girl describes
a big oak tree.

And the little blind boy
is beaming
on the cool May day.

Michael Apr 2013

Westminster

Abbey of England
Built on bones of kings and poets
How dreary your gate looks today
But I fell for you, Westminster.

Your tower shinning pristine
in a light afternoon rain
There's something quietly mysterious about you
on a foggy London day.

Michael Apr 2013

take off your watch

Time burdens the wrist
With a watch always ticking.

Its gears and cogs fall into place,
As the wearer falls out of time.

As if you actually owned any time
In a world of moments and memories.

Michael Apr 2013

Crystal

she stands in front of me wailing inside; statuesque, freckled, sad smile, whimsical face, hard to describe. there was a subtle depth in her aura.
says, "i've given up on my life taking any faerie tale turn."

at those words,
i wanted to be everything to her.
i wished for the passion of romeo, the charm of casanova, and the beauty of dorian gray.
if only
to take her on a ride through the back streets of naples,
to traipse about the galleries of the louve,
to sleep on the sands of a riviera,
to love under a thousand magical moons.
but with my heart in my throat, I could say nothing.

in that moment, her eyes gleaming at mine, a sadness unveiled itself.
this doubt enshrouded in her crimson locks;
wanting so much of the unknown, but always staying with what is sure.
sixteen years old-
already bought and sold.