A waltz, I dance, delightful
A second or so in song
A duet, I dance in nightfall
The Music plays on and on...

A smiles grows fast, inching
On careful and gentle mouth
Spin me, turning, falling
Oh, dare I say I laugh!

The memory lasts lifetimes
The moment lived just one
Alone I dance a duet
I Waltz with no one!

Hold me nearer, close
Music in my ears
I remember not how long it lasted
Months, minutes, years!

Listen to the voices playing
A skip in my flighty heart
I can't, I can't, I am unable
To leave, to be apart

I live within and stay
Here for however long
Days may pass by the moon
But the music still plays on!

A dancing hand touches,
Moves like a bird
In flight it bats it's wings
Dancing like spoken word

It casts a shadow on my face
Where hidden answers lie
I dance a duet with none by me
As days and lifes go by

In this moment, an eternity
Somewhere the music plays on,
And I am still dancing, happy

And I say unto thee, wearily
I know not when it will end
The realm of darkness, a growing sphere
Where times lies down to spend
     Exalted standers, enter near
In the same mystical space as I
But Lo! The horizon does approacheth
Over-all they do or ever did try
     Loudly I say, how do I perceive it?
The True Greatness that occupies...
A blessed vision, they do not think of
Though it looms before their eyes
     I yell unto thee, fearful
Warning you and beings to surrender
I cannot look down and ignore the darkness
So be it, I shall, forever

A Lily hurt me deeply
How could something so soft be so hard
It poked and it shamed me
With it's lilac petals and green bone
When I touched it,  felt softness
When I looked away, sensed stone
This is what the Spring gave me!
A soft looking Lily
With a penchant for scorn

Old stars shine on long after life is gone,
Bright lights echoed through voids they leave behind;
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

Born of old dust, born of a mothers son,
Born fated to repeat a mortal grind,
Old stars shine on long after life is gone,

One sparking flame igniting dreams anon,
Defying darkness drawn to drowned the mind;
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

Bright stars that brightly burn oft' seem alone
Where lesser lights eclipsed are hard to find;
Old stars shine on long after life is gone.

Old stars must end when all their days are done,
But light once shone goes on to raze the blind;
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

From dust to dust, from ash to ash, they shone
With fiery hearts fanned by a gift divined:
Old stars shine on long after life is gone,
Old remnants fade yet still their light lives on.

Oh fickle foes
or maybe friends?
once a beginning
but now an end
Once loyal
yes, by my side
the night now is
a groom-less bride
the sun is dark
or maybe clear
the brave with swords
now draped in fear
but all the ocean's
deep and wide
that gave me truth
don't ring bonafide
the slender fellow
so debonair
but now my eyes
won't look,
won't dare
oh fickle stars
or are they lights?
the open arms
now give me frights
oh what is up
now is down
what she had worn;
a pastel sheer gown
now is dark with coal
torn i say torn!
oh fickle hearts
that beat like drums
now only make me fear
of some..

days ahead
or maybe past?
what once came first
now comes last
of fickle days
or maybe years?
no longer bring joy
but only fears
oh fickle souls
that once were kind
now are dim,
they once did shine
the lake is hard
white with ice
i then cared not
but now it's thrice
oh fickle thoughts
between my ears
i say, changed to worries
and changed to fears
dark and heavy
like a rock
once a metronome
now a ticking clock
in my palm
the world ahead
but all is left is
dead dead dead
once a caress
now a slash
what once was real
falls as ash
and once it goes
to the floor
what once was real
is no more
oh fickle foes
or maybe friends
it then was given
but now i send

the fallen trees
that touched the grass
they are not there now
for me to pass
the books on shelves
that i once read
now lie burning
dead dead dead

the footsteps left
in the rain
once made me laugh
but now, what pain!

the moon that hung
above my head
has turned to sun
dead dead dead

Oh fickle ways
the earth reminds
It once was lost,
but near i find
Oh fickle hands
that I use
what once was truth,
I dare say, a ruse
The poem written
by my pen
now are chores
Again Again
The sun rises
but then it sets
the stars come out
and this i let
for what the day will
come to bring
i cannot call
i cannot sing
oh fickle strings
that pull the earth
will give thou death
but also birth.