The trail is gorgeous as I gaze ahead
So perfectly faithful that I dare not tread.
Pillowed Daisies tempt me to rest my head
On the dreamy petals of their scented bed.

Is it romance, or passion that I hear?
Those sweet voices singing into my ear
Alluring me to that long pathway I fear!
They are quite beautiful, joyful and dear.

Shall I go, innocently lured by their charms?
Should I prance like a doe into mystery’s arms?
Oh, how their pure smile, comforts and warms
But logic stops me like a thousand alarms.

Serfinski   6.8.2018

Colossal daemon of the sultry sky
Roaring monster, climbing from the oceans weary wave
Staggering, recklessly, mercilessly
Savagely pursuing vital fluids like a vampire to endure
Slurping inlets dry, ripping homes from mother and child
In pursuit of another quenchless drink
Like a drunk hitting all the local bars
Entangling the guiltless in your wild
Whirling atmosphere of destructive squall
Moaning in agony like dead spirits trapped in hell
Crying a million tears of dauntless throbbing rain
Soaring sideways beneath your dark shadowed wing
Indurating earths fertile ***** with mighty surge.
Die! Gloomy cyclops, beast of one still eye,
Blinded only when your habit is no longer fed
With balmy breaths and endless draughts of spirit
Your mighty tide of thoughtlessness seeks a place to perish
So, tranquility can again blanket the world with comfort.

serfinski

Swan, sleeping Neath twilights echoed sun hues
Poised innocently on the crest of shore
In dreams fused with sounds of songbirds fading.
Distant winds rush to steal eves last lost cloud
Whilst on the horizon stands sanguine moon
Softening the delusions of night views.
As ebony wings fan over earths floor
Silent hour phantoms arise, wading
Through the creeping vapors swiftly to enshroud
Their voiceless hopes, that change will seek them soon.
Calmly the world leans, waking flowers call
The young beams to warm their faces
And the swan unfolds wide wings to enthrall
Everything that encounters its graces.

serfinski