With Both Feet on the Ground
What say you in this lowly place?
"When twilight traces the terrace,
Touch the torch-sky with the tip of your lip.
A sweet heat
Will draw your willful mind,
But watch! The torch-sky takes:
The firelight blaze, like my root vein,
Spills languid and warm across the sky.
Beauty in elation
But now breathe out!"
Then Into Deep Water
What's all this now?
"The blue of night is sweeping over the torch-sky,
And shadows steal swiftly as silent silhouettes,
Come coldly dancing
Do not disdain—dreams form feather-light foam,
And fade heavily in a salt-wash, flooding fervently.
From terrace to sea my foot falls easily.
Then the eerie eels entwine in the brine.
Let the deep creep
Until next time."
But the Canvas is Brighter Still
Stay awake, dear-one.
Is there not more to tell?
"The search for halcyon has wrought hush-flickers:
Stars staring brightly stripping night's dark domain.
Drifting dazedly: humorous
'Theirs is a humming neatly humbling hysterias.'
Whispers Nyx, 'Dwelling hinders what dreaming may fix.'
Beacon! Bright butterfly, beckon bravery!
Billow boastfully—this day will be mine!
Keep in mind,
It's always divine."
Very good, dear-one,
A fine farewell.
Another poem I wrote awhile ago