my soul is lost
when i hear
the sound of your name
like whispers in the sea
his echoes
compel the heavens to weave
its magic spell
i touch his face
and all the wonders
there i see
deliriously
i feel his lips
with a sweet delicious scent
of an intoxicating taste

in blind adoration
with feverish admiration
i speak his name
and i am spellbound
he opens for me
sights and sounds
i never knew existed

but my words precede me
so i can describe no more

this prince,
this angel
borne of the moscow winds
blessed and kissed
by the drops of crystal dew
in the fertile russian soil

my life has never been the same
since i heard the sound of your name

Some souls are seeking
The kingdom that won’t come
To minds their eyes beseeching
The things that can not part
No longer weary
But fast fading forward
Some souls are seeking
The rest that has long gone

But what if a soul
Shall not want bearing
They lesson it is not learning
By wisdom failing
By knowledge misgiving
Into his inner depths
Do fathom the unthinkable

For want of  light
That which can not be sought
For riches scorned
The path that downhill brought
The kingdom bestowed him
A kingship forlorn
Like vultures waiting
For the lifeless flesh

In silent weather
In cold compost
His eyes are shut
His lips are tight
The people from above
In their weary nonchalance
Will never even know
This  poet’s anguish
The torment of his spirit
For pain unmeasured
For hurt ,undefined

Night time received this visitor
In blindfold rage
Sleep now this worn soul
In his forbidden lore.....