When I die, bereft.
Lost in silence in my chamber.
Fruitless, broken mutters!

Amidst my endless dwale
I rise from dimpled vale,
A stale aubade
from chasm broad
doth lull the mad travail.
The brilliant glow o'er
mountains cascading below
Endulges the golden
towers of wheat
and brings sabasim 'pon the dale.

Oh, beneath a grinning sky
Nine old suns in envy.
The youngest star in bloom.

In our hearts, young Finches.
The last ash falls upon lucid dreams.
Blood stained face, dreaming...
Woe! and girl cries out in the night!
Spindling tresses stick to damp cheeks.

By glance upon the emerald dale
a laird rides 'pon the crest
Grasping in his calloused hand
a Faerie Maiden's tress.

One tress for infinity,
two cut for grace divine.
Three tresses for the Trinity,
and four for wealth of time.
Five beats of a Sparrow's wing,
Gets six maidens pon your perch.
Seven for good luck in life,
Eight for endless mirth.

The pompous laird rode proudly on,
Unwary of a Siren's song.
She led him to the river's edge,
And scalped him come the breaking dawn.

When the glimmer of the twilight descends
and the stars are dancing gaily,
Selene reclines
Eros at her feet
They watch us stroll arm and arm,
a sigh escapes into the heavens.

Oh, Cupid!
Come laugh at us!

O, eyes that seek the golden gleam
of dirges sung across the stream.
To sail above the muddy earth,
the lark who sings of tantric mirth.

O, Clotho, what thought have you to weave such jests?
No mortal thought toward you against!
Thy nimble hands, they weave too quick,
a braided thread, nay long nor thick.

Upon Lachesis, yon thread is passed,
who keeps it in her lissome grasp.
A long, long life, ordeals a'plenty,
in thy mind's eye, distill wrath or envy.

Atropos, friend of Hades dear,
Hag of ages, mortal's seer!
A duty trusted unto thy blade
Evanescent and fleeting we must remain.

Amid my restive slumber
tangled in linens,
Morpheus' hand did pass o'er
a vision unto me like the maw of a beast.

A stranger did come and in their form,
shapeless and obscure,
uttered my name as clear as day
without another word.
I drew back in terror
and the name rung out,
hanging limply in the dusk.
Extending a hand with lifeless eyes,
waiting for my trust.

I fled away,
my naked feet bleeding on the earth.

Growing and knowing
the ebb and flow
My love for you
like starfire
scintillating,
oscillating,
like a thousand little electrical storms
in every apex of my form.
An orchestra of prayers
is the sound of your voice.

Counting wings in a flock of birds
Broken limbs and unsung words.
High above a sea of trees
Two doves collide in symmetry.

Sweet warmth of spring
and all the things
of love we learned
From that sacred burn
Seared inside and sewn up tight,
Two misfit hearts so full of light

In the twilight's tender gleam,
Whispers dance in silent dreams.
Silver stars and moonbeams gold,
weave the quilt where dreams are told.

A storm afoot in early spring,
but I'm safe beneath your wings
A star is born, the veil is torn,
All we dream now given form.

In the tarnished sky,
the clamor from a ring of iron bells and neon blossoms.
Awakening to find a crossroads between Juno and Artemis.
In the mist of the discordance,
I saw a wise man who had loved and lost
high upon a nameless hill, a nostalgic glow,
"I saw you in a dream"
an ageless love that yearned to grow,
The fasting fear
the pensive passion
Dancing madly like starving gypsies
A pattern of clouds in a flame of gold
rising from within him like a great titan of steam.
Gazing at the chasm of his heart, I transcended time
We held hands and fell through sheets of sand
opalescent tantric lands.
City of stars perched on the night
a shimmering crow of obsidian diamonds,
Our lips met, hushed and pure,
mathematical connection, infinite affection,
in a ring of burning flowers and sacred projection.
Whispering in heartbeats
our fathomless reflection.

On a tall stone bridge below the falls
I saw a Druid watch the sky.
The wind teased the branches of the great tall oaks
their leaves clattering sound
like the skirt of a desert dancer.
How still the Druid seemed! Unmoving 'midst the breeze.
I asked him what he sought among the hills at twilight.
Not a word he said, but motioned with his gnarled staff
To thick grey clouds above the highest peak.

a rotting gold,
she is darkened with the wine of his eyes.
body heavy with the draping of night
pinned to cork,
feeding her fire,
laughter in the womb.

No more
are my little shackles
tethered to his nerves.
But maybe sometimes
he misses
the prison of my gaze.

Of my poems new,
I should not consent view.

For the words I have scribed
are all written for you.

Now they have found
eachother.

In the north-lands above.

The dancing lights.

The pull of the mountains,
beyond.

Oh, dawn of gold.

They shine in the light of their love.

Oh, how he wished
to be the wind
so when she bore her flesh
he might caress her with his breath!

Or a bee
seeking nectar
to land upon her
floral skin
to become drunken
ne'er to spill a drop.

Limbs become limp,
she could stay
within his arms
Oh! she, living starlight!

Completely conscious, breathing. and at the same time suspended in some state known not to man.
Being that the earth is confined to solids, gases, and liquids, I understand it to be of another world. humorous.
The naked eye has been deceived.

Low hangs the helmet of Erebus
Pillars of time and space.
Alone
floating in blackness
Burning star is melting *** for dreaming.
He can hear the wishes of the mortals
Greedy, lustful urchins.
Something moves past naked eye
swarm of fire cuts through the empty.

All goes still.
They are not alone.

Something is howling in this soundless void.
Something is crawling through the cosmos.
He is frozen with fear.

The screams move closer, as he see's a visage.
The face of God? Or the face of Death?
It swallows him whole.

Back to the womb from whence you came.
The first spark of light as you reach back towards life.